Attired in patchwork, life’s events – emotions, thoughts and common sense

Masked, that all won’t realise the sadness that I compromise

My vibrant reds I wear with pride - my blues reflect the Blues¯ inside

The greens between are rarely seen, offset by purple's deep ravine

My heart and soul, with hopes and dreams – flanked by the gold a smile redeems  

While dancing jaunty to my song – and making music dance along

Painted face, as though at war, yet love and laughter to the fore

I’m all of Harlequin, you see - My colours make the whole of me.