Simpler Days

I look back on simpler days, and I find
myself wishing I had something concrete
to show, for all those days seem incomplete;
they're rose-colored mem'ries in my mind.
I have poems, photos, a scrapbook sheet,
random pieces of life ever so sweet.
I look back on simpler days, and I find
regret for all the things I left behind,
whether undone, unsaid, or uncomplete,
they hide themselves to make my thoughts replete;
they're rose-colored mem'ries in my mind.
Although, it is more like I have been blind
to what my life was like during the heat
of work--trying my best to admit no defeat.
I look back on simpler days, and I find
they're rose-colored mem'ries in my mind.