His Many Colored Coats

He didn't have a coat of many colors he had many coats in different colors each day he wore a different one whatever struck his fancy, his mood whatever made me feel suave, cool whatever made him feel mannishly approved He changed those colors in kaleidoscope speed so fast that it seemed he had a coat of many colors yet in the end he wound up cold none of the coats could keep him warm though each one had its charm the constant changing caused alarm No coat felt special, real and by some magic mystery when he reached in the closet each one he pulled out had turned to black in coat rebellion attack mutiny Back to black to match the color of his monochrome heart Eileen Manassian