Through Two Lenses
Through two lenses
Jump rope or splashes of pool,
or fav sack race in my school,
Always in a drench,
picked out of the trench,
These drools made me famous fool.
Now seen with paper and pen,
running after the same hen,
As if grown too wise,
I look through aged eyes,
Digging deep into the glen.
Written Feb 22nd, 2016
For contest "Two lenses" by Sara
Entered for "Premiere contest number 11" by SKAT A
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2016
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