Glasses?
Who needs glasses?
Only
need them when my eyes are open.
Thankful
for the 20/20 I’d
Otherwise
be denied.
Pity
these old eyes can’t seem to
Focus
on their own
Except
in dreams where my imagination
Reaches
far and wide.
I
see other folks my age
Stroll
free and unencumbered by
The
dual panes that ride the nose
Like
cowboys in a saddle.
Wonder
why the Good Lord chose
To
have me hide my features
Behind
glass and wire and plastic
As
though my brain were addled.
But
then, upon considering that
Sight
to some has been denied,
My
feckless fear of vanity
Throws
caution to the masses.
Blessed
to see the sunrise/sunset.
Blessed
to know my loved ones faces.
Thankful
for the awkward task
To
ask, “where are my glasses?”
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