Get Your Premium Membership

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 © | Year Posted 2008




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 12/16/2008 12:51:00 PM
This is wonderful, Raul. I can so relate to this. I have had to send for reenforcements to help me find them. I love this awesome and beautifully penned write! Love Robin
Login to Reply
Date: 11/24/2008 3:13:00 PM
It is true, glasses are hard to find with poor eyesight. I stepped on a pair of mine while looking for them.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/20/2008 9:50:00 AM
My mom lost her glasses this morning. I found them under the bed. Thanks for the advice of where you found yours in this poem. Love Elizabeth
Login to Reply
Date: 11/19/2008 2:03:00 PM
forgot to welcome you to poetrysoup, so welcome to poetrysoup hope you stay for awhile. this was a beautiful poem so well written.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/19/2008 1:21:00 PM
I lose my contacts and glasses all the time. So reading this really relates to me.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/19/2008 8:09:00 AM
Great poem! My daughter's glasses once disappeared in the middle of the night. Turned out the cat had stolen them and mixed them up in the covers on my bed. It was so funny when we realized what had happened.
Login to Reply
Date: 11/18/2008 9:35:00 PM
hehehe, with me its keys, no matter what key, the car key or the house keys, i can just never find them! Well done Peace Fathima
Login to Reply
Date: 11/18/2008 3:40:00 PM
Oh, the old hidden glasses trauma. Been there so many times. Good one. BG
Login to Reply
Date: 11/18/2008 12:27:00 PM
Good to hear from you Paul, or is it Raul? Good write, very practical and very human. Makes one feel good to know company, especially old, forgetful people like myself. Love, daver
Login to Reply
Date: 11/17/2008 12:17:00 PM
I really identify with this concept, and often find myself searching for my glasses as well .............funny write
Login to Reply
Date: 11/17/2008 11:10:00 AM
A very amusing and clever write. I enjoyed it very much, although I too have been frantic looking for my glasses. Respectfully, Tom
Login to Reply