My ceiling can be any color

As I rarely look up.

But always paint the sky,

I look at that each day.

It helps to have a color filled day,

At least for me it does.

I hate to see those dark clouds,

It doesn't motivate me.

For I'm a simple person

Who can read minds.

I know what you are thinking

And I'm right, most of the time.

I can sense a friend when I meet one,

But they are the toughest for me to know.

I guess being a simpleton at times

Can muddy my crystal ball.

I guess it's like truth

That seems so rare to some.

They even ask what it is-

Those people I shun.

Nobody is perfect,

Not that I've come across.

And they would say the same of me,

Gosh isn't life fun.

A humorist once said way back

That he never met a man he didn't like.

No doubt that man's an angel today,

For he was one on earth.