Glasses

It seems that we build

Glass to see through,

But have to keep it pristine

To continue

The clear view of

What’s beyond.

Glass lets us see,

Just as it clouds

Our vision

When not taken

Care of

Regularly.

The smudges on glass

Make our heads

Hurt as we try

To clean them up with

Our shirts.

The scratches are so visible

As we let the glasses we wear

Age into an old pair

That has seen lots

Of tear,

And maybe even

Tears.

They sit on our nose,

Precariously

Waiting to fall,

Or be pushed

Back to resting

Position.

Glass can be sharp,

But it could make us look

Sharp too.

Wear your glasses

And see with them too,

Cherish these moments

With this magnificent

Point of view.

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