Let see…I’ll start with a little dab of
white for my remaining innocence.
A brush or two of green for my
hidden envy.
A dash of yellow for my melancholy.
Some bright red for my anger and tears.
A brush of blue for my changing years.
A dash of brown for my fears.
A stroke of black for my lack of self confidence.
A large stroke of gold for my conscience,
compassion, and tolerance.
A streak of silver for my
years of experience and a little
hard earned wisdom too.
That’s a portait of me…
and any old frame will do.