You can say to me whatever it is you like.
I have heard it all before.
Not to ignore or invite spite.
Fortunately I lost my rose colored glasses.
You know...
The ones with the black frame,
And lenses tinted to heighten and mesmerize...
My own sentiments and druthers to tantalize.
And at first I will admit,
I was traumatized by this.
But adjusting to reality and the presence of facts,
With a researching that revealed so much truth I lacked...
My mind has adapted with a wish to detach from delusions.
Although difficult in the doing,
Not a moment do I regret with a looking back.
And with a doing decisive to reach cleared conclusions.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-lost-my-rose-colored-glasses/
