A lifelong relationship

(Not without a fee)

With my glasses –

Worn since I was three.

 

The first pair – I remember,

A rainbow frame… glee!

Worn with a lace,

Lest they escape me.

 

Those crescents of colour – I unfolded,

To wear them and be

In awe of details:

Veined leaves on the trees.

 

Oh, that first taste of real sight –

I could not foresee,

How my view would change -

And vision is not free.

 

Many spectacles I’ve worn,

Some: not my tea.

Now, they’re all just

Optical debris.

 

I no longer wear those rainbows,

But they were the key

To unlocking

A blind part of me.

 

Shortsightedness comes with a cost:

Not far ahead can I see.

Oh well - at least,

Now, glasses come with a guarantee.