Colorblind


Some men scale the mountain -
straight up, first time.
Others slip and slide
and slip and slide.
They say most man are colorblind,
oh, if that that were true.
And good women always understand.
Darling, I thought that that was you.

But I was wrong.
I was out of time.
I thought my mountain
had a rainbow,
but I guess, I was colorblind.

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