Rose Colored Glasses

I try to view each and every day As if I were looking at it Through Rose Colored Glasses. I try to view things not as empty But as mostly more than full I try to see opportunites in all things I try to be open to the world. I try to see the radiant sunshine poke through All the dark clouds in the sky. I try to hear the good in all things Even in a pack of lies. I try to see all the hidden reasons Why we can't always get what we want That there are reasons for the why's in everything Even if things don't turn out in the ways that we thought. I always strive to do better... Knowing that I someday I might possibly win. I try to never give up hope Thinking that there could always be a day When my long awaited ship might come sailing in. I try to love all people Even those who are not kind They may be living with hurts of their own I try hard not to ever mind. I always want to live my life With a pair of Rose Colored Glasses on my face They will make all the good things seem even better They will make all the bad things seem Okay. (December 27, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,