another color

a can
of red paint, old, rusted
edges, a bent handle,
tattered
label.
a dried lick
solid
against the side.
a shake
reveals nothing,
but dry
shards of a color
faded,
once applied to a room
with joy,
but tired now,
now that things have
changed,
the years having turned you
towards
a different way of thinking,
another color.