Rosy Glasses

Oh, the world, the mighty!

Here she comes, the feisty.

Fear thou not of her,

Armed not she is;

Except for the rosy glasses she hast,

Through which she sees thee!

“Poor little wench” people bethought,

For she hath nothing but a smile and a strong will.

“It’s not enough”, they hath said.

“World is not rosy as thee bethink”.

She smileth and hath said “Belike”.

“Art thou not afeard that thy heart might breaketh?”

“Fear thou not when thou hast love for life;

Mighty thee might falleth but

Fain thee wilt taketh a step ahead;

Evil befall you, others might shout;

Fair befall you is all thee would sayeth!

‘Coz, rosy glasses I wield:

Oh, the mighty world!