Halcyon Days

HALCYON DAYS Seeing the past through rose coloured glasses And memories with a tinge of happier times Was it always the case that the past was nice And never subject to the cold of frost or ice I’m sure all prefer when temperature climbs As sun is revealed when a dark cloud passes Those halcyon days were probably tainted By challenges that brought the mood down Every artwork hides a mistaken brushstroke Forgetting when that emotional dam broke Yet not every occurrence deserves a frown As happiness emerges in a finished painting Might one really want to relive those days Yes, there were good times and pleasure But finding joy in one’s current existence It is preferable to good times at a distance There’s no comparison, by any measure Enjoy the present, the past a mere phase