Four Eyes

It disappears before your eyes Your clarity of vision is in demise A fact for certain, you cannot deny As the ageing process, slips on by Objects and letters have become slightly blurred But you won’t admit it, it’s quite absurd Will wearing glasses be like losing your hair? Will people look at me, stand and stare? Long sighted, short sighted, whatever it be Why has this suddenly happened to me? An eye sight test will clearly reveal The glasses you need and the cost of the deal Then you remember, all those jokes and teases To all the people you pulled to pieces Now you’ve become one of those guys How do you like it? ........ ‘Four eyes’ Philip Royle copyright © 2012