Wednesday, June 9, 2021

COLORS


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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