With new glasses my world has aged

faces stunning like old brickwork

staring back at my amazement

 

with new glasses my world swims up close

like a mad eye, nothing can be missed

clouds become personal, pavements etched

 

and I can see young minds making much of little

in the blend of the new and the old

threatening reproach beyond the glass.

 

Then finally folded away with a click

stowaways on a clear day

my new glasses peer round their tiny coffin

like a blink extinguished.