by Christopher J Davidson
Where are my rose-colored
I seem to have misplaced them
In the mess of shit that life
Tends to throw in our general direction.
I thought I found them once,
But the color in them was wrong,
Distorted, not quite right.
Pink hues were lightened by white lies,
Saturated with red malicious intent,
Darkened with black hurtfulness.
No, the color was not quite right,
And I am unable to find the
Beauty of pastel pink
I saw upon first sight.
The colors can be rearranged.
I can add a little of this,
A little of that;
But the change is permanent.
It will never be the way it was,
That rosiness -
Only a cheap, discount version;
A sorry counterfeit.
Still, I will try,
For the best.
Posted on 09/02/2007
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