Of Many Colors

I am a man of color,

     Where’er I go in town,

No matter what I purchase,

     I’m done up very brown.

And when I see folks driving

     In coach or fine machine,

With joy upon their faces,

     With envy I am green.

And when a pretty maiden

     At me does toss her head,

Or chides me much or little,

     Confusion, I am red.

I have no coach or auto,

     No money, which is true;

No dainty sweetheart maiden,

     And that is why I’m blue.

Jan. 22, ‘08