Sonnet Sunday's: Rose Colored Glasses
Can’t look at the world with rose colored glasses Or make decisions slower than molasses Our world is filled up with such trouble and pain Driving all of us to the point we’re insane There are no heroes in this our day and age Climbing to the top, who has the better rage Divorce is common, it’s an everyday thing Insensitive ears, we can’t hear the angels sing I cannot believe that chivalry is dead Our one concern is that the big dogs are fed We all keep clawing away to reach the top Waiting to see who will be the next to drop I can’t believe in the vile-natured masses Missing my short time with rose colored glasses