This poem came about when we were painting our living room. There would be paint sample taped to the walls You'd think you had the perfect color and the later in the day when the light had changed it wasn't so great. So without further ado:
Colors
You try and you try
but no matter how hard
they all come out different,
you've missed by a yard.
So you tape up your samples
to check out the light
the colors keep changing
they just won't stay right.
In the morning they look great
by noon they're OK
but none of them look right
by the end of the day.
But finally you pick one
you gave it your best
they're all like chameleons
one's as good as the rest.
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