You had to get out
those rose colored glasses
head down memory lane
thinking it sweet like molasses
How but how did these
people become strange?
Nope, you never imagined
how much they did change
Friends a long time ago,
friends no more
Couldn't get gone fast enough
couldn't find the door
Just kept thinking
is this really who?
Now a bit senile and crazy
and republican too!
The ones who used to live outward
expecting more
Now seem to be shallow
uncertain bores
The guru, the rocker,
where did they go?
Those rose-colored glasses
tell us it is so
The only thing certain
is unending change
Keep those past people
under wraps,
let them be strange
In today's world it is possible to find probably almost anyone that a person used to know. I wrote this poem for a friend who looked up a few people from his past and found out the hard way that many times they are no longer the same people they once were. That being said, do you think it might be best to, as they say, "let sleeping dogs lie...." ?
