Sunday, January 18, 2015


I used to think that life was grand,

And endless world to explore,

That happiness was a choice.


And then one day my world was shattered,

Life's mysteries became apparent,

As my rose colored glasses fell.


I could see people for who they were,

And worse, I could see who I really was,

All broken, lost, selfish and afraid.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© January 2015