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Rose Colored Glasses
I grew up in a wonderful time
of POGs and 150 Pokémon
woke up early Saturday mornings
just to watch the latest cartoons
playing with my Giga Pet at school
singing the pop songs of the time
wasn’t white, but still was fly
can’t help but think
what happened to just being a kid?
have young girls these days
looking up to famous whores
young boys being so self-entitled
when I die
send me back to the 90's
where love meant something
your words were written in stone
the scars we had were scraped on flesh
maybe this is how my parents felt
like their’s before them
I remember sending letters
took more thought than a text
my crush wrote back
ended it with XOXO
riding bikes around town
with trading cards in our spokes
causing trouble with other kids
it was a time where
quality still meant something
and everything wasn't combated
looking through rose colored glasses
maybe, but who gives a fuck
the future still fucking sucks
so send me back to a time
when we had rental stores
art was still appreciated
music was more than a bad beat
and a mumbling fool
people didn’t just follow the leader
truth was always truth
maybe this is how my parents felt
like their’s before them
of POGs and 150 Pokémon
woke up early Saturday mornings
just to watch the latest cartoons
playing with my Giga Pet at school
singing the pop songs of the time
wasn’t white, but still was fly
can’t help but think
what happened to just being a kid?
have young girls these days
looking up to famous whores
young boys being so self-entitled
when I die
send me back to the 90's
where love meant something
your words were written in stone
the scars we had were scraped on flesh
maybe this is how my parents felt
like their’s before them
I remember sending letters
took more thought than a text
my crush wrote back
ended it with XOXO
riding bikes around town
with trading cards in our spokes
causing trouble with other kids
it was a time where
quality still meant something
and everything wasn't combated
looking through rose colored glasses
maybe, but who gives a fuck
the future still fucking sucks
so send me back to a time
when we had rental stores
art was still appreciated
music was more than a bad beat
and a mumbling fool
people didn’t just follow the leader
truth was always truth
maybe this is how my parents felt
like their’s before them
Published 20th Jun 2021
Author's Note
A older poem I wanted to update.
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Anonymous
20th Jun 2021 7:44am
I love the nostalgia, DC.
It completely hits home.... I long for the late 80's...lol....The idea of being tethered to a "phone" would have been groan inducing.... riding your bike was FREEDOM.... and a way to escape from parents and hang out with friends... Damn, in Ohio.. I rode my bike everywhere!!
Terrific look back, my friend.
Great ink.
🌹 - B
It completely hits home.... I long for the late 80's...lol....The idea of being tethered to a "phone" would have been groan inducing.... riding your bike was FREEDOM.... and a way to escape from parents and hang out with friends... Damn, in Ohio.. I rode my bike everywhere!!
Terrific look back, my friend.
Great ink.
🌹 - B
20th Jun 2021 7:54am
I wish I remembered more of the 80's, but was a great time as well. I still preferred it's music to any other time. I rode my bike in NM. Many hills I stumbled down lol. I have a really bad scar on my arm from back when I fell. And I think that escape is what I loved. Many people escape through the phone now. Not the same I think.
Thanks for the read, friend. Very much appreciated 😁
Thanks for the read, friend. Very much appreciated 😁
21st Jun 2021 9:22am
I empathize with the older generations having to listen to the music we love, which they consider garbage. I feel the same way about most music today... like wtf happened? I mean, is it just bad music or am I getting old?
Also, man oh man, putting cards on the spokes of a bike! Racing down the hill on my street, pretty steep hill, serious speed was caught... surprising that someone only got hurt once racing down that way (at least in my group of friends). Well deserved injury... who breaks at that speed for no reason... EL OH EL.
No lie I told my friend a couple of days ago, I need some rose colored glasses, so this was a bittersweet fun read for sure.
Also, man oh man, putting cards on the spokes of a bike! Racing down the hill on my street, pretty steep hill, serious speed was caught... surprising that someone only got hurt once racing down that way (at least in my group of friends). Well deserved injury... who breaks at that speed for no reason... EL OH EL.
No lie I told my friend a couple of days ago, I need some rose colored glasses, so this was a bittersweet fun read for sure.
22nd Jun 2021 9:08am
I feel maybe the music is just bad lol. I mean I enjoy just about everything but new music. Not that there aren't some great artist today, but the mainstream stuff is just mindless garbage.
I always think of this song when I think about new music. It is good for a laugh 😄
https://youtu.be/NS3WyhVyIoY
I always think of this song when I think about new music. It is good for a laugh 😄
https://youtu.be/NS3WyhVyIoY
22nd Jun 2021 3:07pm
