Clark Kent
My glasses, like some current styles,
Large, circular and black,
Are reminiscent of some frames
From quite a few years back.
I rarely wear them in the house;
My sight up close is fine,
But when I head outside they are
A signature of mine.
On FaceTime with my brother,
If I’ve just walked in the door,
He laughs and as he greets me,
I’m aware of what’s in store.
I guess my frames remind him
Of our early TV views,
When Superman dressed in disguise
Reporting on the news.
His Daily Planet cronies
Knew him only as Clark Kent
And his glasses looked like mine,
(Although that wasn’t my intent!)
When I look in the mirror now,
Instead of seeing me,
I see Clark Kent and know my brother
Wouldn’t disagree.
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