You thickheaded medium!
You never grow old or yellow,
because you drank from the fountain of youth!
But your wet eyes dry quick and easy,
recovering your composure and frame of mind.
Rising from the 1940s... you're still a young newcomer.
Layer upon layer you hide your face again and again,
why must you be so shy and convoluted?
Your price is always fair and you are commonly a cheap date,
though your prime is really somewhat of a short fate.
In the company of those with cold temperaments, you cannot be,
because your heart and vibrant stare are entirely too brittle.
Intense color, ripe hue, in fullest diversity,
you are who you are, bold and bright, for all to see!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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