Who are those lasses wearing rose-colored glasses?
They see only goodness and light
They filter out sadness, chaos and madness
Sleep carefree and peaceful at night
My lenses are darker, the future looks starker
No end to the misery out there
The end-times are coming, there’s no use in running
We’re doomed to end in despair
She smiles at the children remembering the times when
Flirtation was her favorite game
Those summer romances, the K. of C. dances
How well she turned up the flame
My past is now blurry how I wish time would hurry
Someone help me out of this chair
My systems are failing, arthritic and ailing
Friends and family are no longer there
She sits down beside me and smiles at me gently
Her thoughts are somewhere elsewhere
Her hand covers mine, for a moment in time
That rose-colored vision we share
Mark Kovelan, Spring Green