My Rose-Colored Glasses some People might Say,
Have blinded Me Some from Truths of Today.
Glasses half Empty? Glasses half Full?
Have covered My Eyes with Self Produced Wool?
I do Hear the Words – I do See the Hate.
But what if I Choose to Not Take the Bait?
We live In a Place Where can Speak our Mind.
A Great Piece of Paper our Forefathers Signed.
Nor Color of Glasses or Level of Glass,
That leads Me to Action or Taking a Pass.
Just Feel I am Lucky but You Make the Call.
Some in this World have No Glasses at All.