Blue Colored Glasses
I had heard of rose-colored glasses
But this old man was sitting in the middle of flowers
Wearing blue-colored glasses
As rosy as any hippie I had met
He only sees the good in people
Flowers adore him
They pop out of the earth and surround him
Wherever he goes
He has an ambiance few others have
I stared at the old crone
Disbelieving her story
Until two lilies popped up along side a knock-out-rose
The old man was humming gently to the garden
As it surrounded him with additional zinnias and lilacs
I wondered where I could find blue-colored glasses
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