The dark side

You think it’s all a shade of brown.

You feel the days as bland, sad and gray.

When you look at yourself, you turn green,

And one day, it will be nothing but black .

But friend, it’s not like that, not at all.

You see that sky? Pure alexandrite!

Soon, painted in crimson

when the sun sets.

It will turn vermilion from the city light,

And this whiskey , pours in amber.

Take a shot, my friend and cheer up,

Soon you’ll be all rosy pink.

But don’t touch that sickly

Cream de mint.

You deserve better than this turquoise

For your soul.