Rose Colored Glasses

Time marches slowly while in the bloom of youth
and love seems as idyllic as it can be.
Your rose colored glasses frame your face just so
although unbeknown to you they will shatter eventually.

The folly of youth is that the lessons you will learn
won't be understood until youth is left behind.
While the folly of the old is that the lessons we have learnt
We would wish that we had known about in time.

I'd give you words of warning but why waste what little breath I have
when deaf ears is all such words would find.
I'd try to paint a picture of the way the world truly works,
But the ignorance of youth leaves you color blind.

You think yourself immune to the ravages of time
but there will come a time when time itself wins the day
and when mortality hits home and cuts you to the bone
it will be your turn to look to another and say

Time marches slowly while in the bloom of youth
and love seems as idyllic as it can be.
Your rose colored glasses frame your face just so
although unbeknown to you they will shatter eventually.





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