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When my arms weren’t so long
Scruffy hairs on my ears
Puffy bags round my eyes
Saggy skin ‘neath my chin
And things close weren’t as clear
It was time for nose glasses

I was sad that nose glasses
Made my face look so long
And rubbed grooves on my ears
But I focused my eyes
As I looked past my chin
And saw things were more clear

When I needed things clear
I would lose my nose glasses
And my search took too long
For a rest on my ears
And the strain on my eyes
Put gray hairs on my chin

So I scratched my old chin
And thoughts came oh so clear
Of a pair of nose glasses
For each room wide or long
To perch high on my ears
And give aid to my eyes

Then I gazed with my eyes
As I wrinkled my chin
Loving faces so clear
Sights above my nose glasses
Lingered vivid and long
Speaking youth to my ears

Those sweet sounds to my ears
Caused a dance with my eyes
Smiled and dimpled my chin
Resonating so clear
Little ones and nose glasses
Bringing closeness along

Be my sight short or long
I’ll need help for these eyes
To see life bright and clear

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 12/1/2018 9:32:00 AM
Ha ha, I can relate!
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Date: 11/9/2018 4:58:00 PM
Thank God for glasses then,
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Date: 11/9/2018 11:49:00 AM
Ha! What an interesting poem Mark! I’m not familiar with the sestina form, I’ll have to look it up. This poem has the feeling of circular inevitability about it - just like ageing! Well written :-)
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Mark Elam
Date: 11/9/2018 1:02:00 PM
Thanks Nina! Sestina is definitely Not a common form but is fun to play around with. You nailed the theme and I’m wearing nose glasses as I reply!