Glasses

In a way, the way I see the world

Is shuttered by windows of glass

Every gaze, every glance, every stare is contained

By lenses that focus all that may pass

These lenses are my eyes, they make everything clear

Bi focal points places straight ahead

Though my sight is dim, I can still see all

If I let glasses see in my stead

They may come and go, with frames made for show

They’re only worn for a couple of years

But still they are vital to how I see the world

Because without them, the world disappears