Wrong Gift

WRONG GIFT I gave him glass so he could see Much further and with clarity A focused lens which magnifies Binoculars for his teenage eyes But gave it I to him or me? I thought to share the sights, just we - The stars, the birds up in the tree: To see the wonders of the skies I gave him glass. But he was even then too free To dabble thus with imagery - His int’rest in practical lies And later won many a prize. I gave an illusory spree - I gave him glass. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Cyndi MacMillan’s Contest GIFTS GIVEN, GIFTS RECEIVED. A RONDEAU . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Note This is the real story of a gift I once gave at Christmas to my then fourteen year old son, whose interests I clearly misjudged at the time. He almost never used the binoculars