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Rose colored spectacle Is life a painstaking journey into night or dawning of the day, sun shining bright? The glass half empty, or the glass half full A wool sweater, over the eyes to pull? The glasses you choose, "shades" of black or rose colored spectacles, you keep intact A royal flush, that is a mirage of mind Or a winning hand with just one of a kind I make my own history, which birth to death abides. Each precious moment, a mystery, on life's train that it rides. Rejoice in moments, they never come again.... weaving life's fabric, one of a kind. For life is joyously unconditional, while other judgements, are just mirages of the mind. No matter, rain or dark of night, each moments gift , valued preciously For it is a rose colored spectacle, the view I choose to see |
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5/1/2009 10:49 am |
Very insightful, jiminy. I choose rose colored spectacles
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