Some days I wear happy glasses
The light is just right
The sun twinkles on the ground's golden leaves
I see loving parents hugging, smiling
Sharing it all with everyone
The world is good
Other times I sport the doom and gloom
shades
Nothing works and it could well be all my fault
The piles of leaves are festering dog excretions
The folks - closed-off family units in
Sealed-up places that I don't understand
The world is horrible
(I try not to wear the shades too often)
© Rachel Fox 2006
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