My Glasses
My glasses, has anyone seen my glasses,
I laid them down a while ago.
We’ll look around Pop but we really need to go.
Well I can’t go without my glasses,
I can’t see even with them on.
We’ll find them Pop, soon as I get off the phone.
Ok, Pop where is the last time you saw them.
Son, I think it was on the table by the bed.
Pop, you’ll find them, simply look on your head.
© Jun 10 2010 For Paula’s “Nobody Home” contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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