Rose Colored Glasses
By Carmen H Gray
The truck with the tools
And the hole in the eaves
My view of the sunrise obscured by the trees
The cigarette butts
The plants dying of thirst
A Wold War II veteran nursed
In this unassuming place
And no, I never saw the ugliness
In you or you or you
I only saw what light you brought
Even in an afterthought
Even after the storms have passed
And sunlight shines its golden cast
I still see possibility in my line of sight
Sometimes I slip and take them off
Those rose-colored glasses you tossed
But if life is the way you think it is
It’s all for nought
We are absurd
Are we succored, our thoughts?
By the gentle palette?
For we can paint our world
Anyway we want
One response to “Rose Colored Glasses”
What a cool poem!
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