Wisdom appears in the oddest places. Monday night, Grace wanted to read some Shel Silverstein before bed. Takes after me with the poetry, I guess. I haven’t much liked or read Silverstein in the past, other than the really famous ones. This short one, however, really struck me:
Colors
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.
