Rose Tinted
Time
As it passes we look behind us
To the then
The when
When we were younger.
A time when all was not perfect.
Yet in our dotage
we see the
Misty perfection of youth.
But look not
upon that to come as chore-some,
Our mark is made
from start to end.
Grasp what we have
to see the now in all.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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