Put on your rose tinted specs,
Let’s reminisce,
About all those good times,
We constantly miss.
Times of joy,
Times of laughter,
Always thinking of
happily ever after.

Put on your rose tinted specs,
Photographs,
Fossilise the smiles and laughs,
The tune
The smell,
I can remember it well.

Was it real life
Or was it fantasy
Caught in the middle
Of distilled memory?
The present
finds it hard to compete with
Sweet nostalgia.

©Anthony J.P. 2020