What Am I? # 11

A descriptive poem, that leaves you the reader trying to figure out. Come on, play along. When and IF you figured it out, please tell us which line you had it figured out by, in the comments section! Your turn!

CLUES:

I have many colors through out,

Often people like to admire me;

Children may point and shout-

When it's actually me they see!

I am supposed to give you riches,

But more often than not, I don't-

As with any tale there are glitches;

And it's not that I can't or won't!

There are also supposed to be leprechauns around me,

I guess it truly depends on what it is you actually see-

People have known to see more than one of me-

And I usually appear within the sun and rain you see!

A pot of gold is said to be at one end,

But that is if you can find it you know-

And I do not have many of friends;

But I do put off a illustrious glow!

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What Am I?

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A Rainbow!