Real Colours Poem by George Samuel

Real colours don't go..
Twice to alter call,
But believe in what you do,
Help with things that makes you tell,

Real colours don't fail,
In times of tears,
They're shadow when you sail,
Through your fears,
When life turns into a jail.

Real colours don't fade,
They stay through to the end,
Forgive, the errors you've made,
Stand by you when you need a friend,
And aid you in your trade.

Real colours are not tattoos on the
skin,
They're love, respect and trust,
They can't be trash in the bin,
They're special treasures that can't rust,
Real colours are pure within.