Under Lock and Key

The eyeglass store’s brand new; it moved From just across the street. The stock is current, fresh and cool; Displays are nice and neat. But unlike some establishments, Its style is from the past. The frames are under lock and key, Although the choice is vast. So every time I saw one I’d consider for myself, A store employee with a key’d Unlock the drawer or shelf. He’d watch me as I’d try it on And wait for my decision. My interest waned beneath the weight Of constant supervision. In other shops the customer Is left to his devices To try on every single pair That possibly entices. I left the store with my old glasses Perched upon my face. My search will now continue At a far more trusting place.