Seeker Posted November 18, 2010 Report Share Posted November 18, 2010 Inspired by the bubbly effervescent gym toned starry eyed innocence and not to mention the prissy plastic teenage wanna be's (and I'm sure we all fitted into one of those categories in our more formative years). enjoy!Rose Colored Glasses Time marches slowly while in the bloom of youthand love seems as idyllic as it can be.Your rose colored glasses frame your face just soalthough unbeknown to you they will shatter eventually.The folly of youth is that the lessons you will learnwon't be understood until youth is left behind.While the folly of the old is that the lessons we have learntWe would wish that we had known about in time.I'd give you words of warning but why waste what little breath I havewhen 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 timebut there will come a time when time itself wins the dayand when mortality hits home and cuts you to the boneit will be your turn to look to another and sayTime marches slowly while in the bloom of youthand love seems as idyllic as it can be.Your rose colored glasses frame your face just soalthough unbeknown to you they will shatter eventually. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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