back through the years i go wondering once again. back to the seasons of my youth. i recall a box of rags that someone gave us. and how my momma put the rags to use. there were rags of many colors and every piece was small. and i didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall. momma sewed the rags together sewing every piece with love she made my coat of many colors that i was so proud of. as she sewed she told a story from the bible she had read. about a coat of many colors Josheph wore and then she said. perhaps this coat will bring you good luck and happiness. and i just couldn't wait to wear it and momma blessed it with a kiss. my coat of many colors that my momma made for me. made only from rags but i wore it so proudly. i know we had money but i was rich as i could be in my coat of many colors. my momma made for me. so with patches on my britiches holes in both my shoes. in my coat of many colors i hurried off to school. just to find the others laughing and a making fun of me. in my coat of many colors my momma made for me. and oh i couldn't understand for i felt i was rich. and i told them all the love my momma sewed in every stich. and i told them all the story momma told me while she sewed. and how my coat of many colors was worth more than all their clothes. but they didn't understand and i tried to make them see. one is only poor only if they choose to be. now i know we have no money but i was rich as i could be. in my coat of many colors momma made for me. made just for me.