I was born with a beautiful set of Black eyes,
I was told that the world is a beautiful place,
and that my eyes will see it as the time passes by..
I was told to wear the rose coloured glasses,
the day I started to ask my first questions,
about life and the world at large...
I was told,
the rose coloured glasses are to,
protect my beautiful black eyes...
I said that, I don't like them,
they seem to paint the world in a single,
They told me that the world is a bad place,
but the rose coloured glasses would keep it more serene...
I was glad that joys were always a part of my life,
the glasses hurt my nose,
I took them out once a while,
but then my eyes shook out tears,
the world became painful,
and my head spinned...
They told me to always wear my rose coloured glasses,
it would they said,
hurt my nose but keep my heart,
my soul away from pain and sorrow..
And today they took it away,
rudely I must add.. told me,
that now I am a grown up...
that the rose coloured glasses now belong to,
the little ones that are on their way...
I am left alone,
on the sidewalk, with the harsh sun,
I can't seem to focus...
all seems bright, but nothing;
I miss my Rose coloured glasses,
the world seems to be hurting me...
They tell me,
I will grow numb to it... Harsh realities are a part of life,
I look at them, in sheer disgust,
I hated those damn glasses anyways, but you told me,
that they will keep pain and sorrow away...
NOW WHAT? I question them...
The rose coloured glasses are gone babes,
this is life-
DEAL WITH IT...
and they leave me with this...