The past no longer dear
What had seemed so clear
May no longer be so.
Words we remember, cherished
treasured, held close while
The other has abandoned, trampled,
thrown away.
Keepsakes no longer charming and sweet but tarnished and tainted.
Memories we kept so carefully hidden
till the web of dust forms an intricate lace
A pattern so beautiful, its image lingers, preserved
instead of the truth it keeps.
Unknown to us all
We live and breathe "La Vie En Rose"
Through the rose tinted glasses,
our memories of our world thus coloured.
