Rose Colored Glasses

Sorry if my view on life
Puts rosy on you
Don't bother me with life's strife
I do what I do

As for my empty pockets
Never you mine that
My fine hats with their jackets
Proud, humble, you bet

I may have to walk some times
Or just go without
Body you can keep your dimes
Here' my wave and shout

Life for me is always grand
No matter  the tear
Rose colored glasses in hand
For me makes life clear!