The Spectrum of Self

If I was a colour what would it be?

So many to choose,

it’s quite a quandary!

I think maybe Green?

I’m teaming with life,

but turned right around

reflects trouble and strife.

So no. Not green.

Possibly blue,

like the sky on a hot summers day!

A pleasure, pure delight;

some would say!

Though blue is also a warning,

a silent calling,

as if to say “get out of my way!”

No, I’m not Blue.

Noway!

What about red?

A heart filled with love!

A bouquet out on display

full of passion; vibrant fashion!

However that fades after a only a day...

And then there is dread,

a hazard,

an alarm,

no that’s not me!

I do no harm.

Hmmm.

If I was a colour,

surely I’d choose

from all the primary, secondary,

tones and hues...

The only one that,

(somewhat like yellow)

shows a brightness in a haze

to light up our days.

I see my colour!

I am somewhat, Golden!

In idol form which your palm could hold on.

A treasure of sorts; I know some would seek.

A commodity,

A conductor,

Midas touched rough ore.

Bleak?

Soft and a little weak?

I’m imperfect in many ways,

Yet I’m enriching to Peoples days.

Like our star.

So near, so far:

Blinded by white light,

Put into a spot tight,

Comes out of the other side

Like the moon does each night!

Imperfection makes ME perfect!

I would never doubt this so, hey!

What colour you ask?

“Golden!”

Is my reply,

In every single way!

By Saul Key