A Choice of Color

A Choice of Color

What color you choose will determine the trait

That lets others know, are you nasty or great?

For colors tell all – who you are, what you’ll be.

And the thing about colors you choose, they’re all free. 

Take black as your choice, it’s a dark one indeed.

It says death and despair, with a slight touch of greed.

Now gray, it is better for with it there’s doubt.

Could be good or be bad, just not sure is its shout.

Now blue is the sky and the feeling of flight.

As you soar through the world, making everything bright.

You’ll find brown’s down to earth; you are grounded and firm

Where you make the world fertile, that is, if you’re a worm. 

Red is the color of fire, anger, and pain.

They say when you see it, self-control is in vain. 

You need white to feel calm, it’s as bland as can be

It is used to surrender on a flag that you see.

Now yellow’s the color that gives lots of signs

It’s the color you see in the sun as it shines

But be careful with that and remember to think

If its shine you prolong, your face will turn pink.

Of green there is growth, for the plants that will come

That is, so they say, if the green’s on your thumb.

Orange and purple may be great in their prime

Unless you’re a poet, for none has a rhyme

There’s gold and there’s silver; they make such a pair

They are shiny and special and exceedingly rare. 

For to have lots of each could provide one great wealth

Which in time if used right, can insure public health. 

There are colors galore. Far too many to mention

But to choose one from all, is way too much tension.

One may be right, for you if you choose.

But I like to be different, I often change views.

So my choice is them all. It’ll depend on the time.

I won’t limit my choices, I don’t think it’s a crime.

It will make me more rounded and then others can see

I am trusting, and caring, and…well… I am me.