I never told you I was a chameleon
though sometimes
I’ve said my eyes are the color of money
other times they’re as blue
as my melancholic thoughts
Sometimes I tell myself I should call in sick
but every monday morning
you talk me out of it
and suddenly I’m gone
like a paperboy on a mission
Whistlers usher in five o’clock and
we meet yet again at our favorite pub
toasting to good health
and choosing favorite colors
giving new meaning to our astonishing lives
december two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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