Poor Eyesight
Have you ever woke up in a rush,
And realized you couldn’t see.
You look in your usual spots,
And think where could they be?
I always put them right here,
But where did I place them last night.
All I know is that it’s hard to find,
A pair of glasses with poor eyesight.
I have searched my entire room,
And my glasses are gone.
Now my cluttered room is a mess,
I must have slept with them on.
You throw stuff around and ransack
Possible locations in your head.
Then like nothing ever happened,
There they are right under the bed.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2008
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