Spiders Eyes

Spider spider in the air, Floating by without a care. But I do care little one, For I'm now not quite so young. With legs of eight, And plenty eyed. There's much to ache, The spider sighed. Think how much my glasses cost! For without, I will get lost. My hair is grey, My web is thinner. I even liquidise my dinner. Now I float so far from home, Wondering where I'm forced to roam. The wind she blows; I have to go. Where I'll land, I do not know. So see, I do care little one, As getting old is not much fun.