How pretty the world looks through these rosy-tints.
A sacch’rine-sweet vision – simplistic Chintz Prints.
Dare I lift them right off to reveal the unpink?
What will I face? What will I think?

Surprising, the picture magenta-less grows
More lovely not less as they go from my nose.
Are the crutches we gather as great as all that?
Might I think more, without my hat?

Perhaps I’m too hard trying fully to glean
(As Yoda might say it) the really true scene?
What essentials are those that I really must know?
Try to smile more. Don’t stub your toe.