Blue By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
The aged man of pigments
Pulled out drawers of many colors
As if to confound me with the choice
And had me pick one from the lot
I picked on over all the others
Pointed my finger to the spot
Without hesitation or advice
I said this is the closest
But it needs one other hue
He said, you're good with colors
You have more than others do
I said I come from painters and artists
He said most men are color blind
A man who's good with colors
Is hard to find
I took a pound of brown
I took a pound of red
I've been given many gifts
But left most of them for dead
Funny how life shifts
So many colors that I've bled
And what I know of colors
I know only to be true
I look into the mirror
And all I see is blue
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