Thursday, 22 October 2009
My Glasses are Missing
By Jeanne Waite Follett
My glasses are missing, they can’t have gone far.
I’ve looked on my desk, I’ve looked in the car.
I’m sure I last had them when I sat in my chair,
and I don’t recall moving, to leave them elsewhere.
I’ve looked all around, on the printer and sill,
under the papers that threaten to spill.
They’re not on the top of my head in my hair,
and of course they’re my only tri-focal pair.
I hate to think what would happen tonight
if I try to cook dinner by fluorescent light,
wearing only the glasses that I use to read,
and not the ones I really do need.
Oh, where are my glasses? Have you seen them at all?
I need them to go down the stairs and not fall.
If you should see them, please catch them for me.
I really do hate when they go absentee.
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Comments
Jeanne - Nicely written poem!
Until last year I had the same problem with my bifocals. (Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time they were on top of my head!)
Then I finally had my cataracts dealt with in both eyes. Now I need only a pair of the lowest level drug store readers for reading in poor lighting. - Sandy
Posted by: Sandy on Oct 22, 2009 11:14:02 AM
Enjoyed your poem Jeanne.
I, however, don't have that problem since my (tri-focal) glasses are the first thing to put on in the morning and the last to come off in the evening...darn!!
Posted by: Claire Jean on Oct 22, 2009 1:35:26 PM
A classic "Catch 22."
I can't see because I don't have my glasses, and I can't find my glasses 'cause I can't see.
Posted by: James J Henry Jr on Oct 22, 2009 1:36:01 PM
Jeanne, thanks for putting a smile on my face - I needed that. Especially after having dropped my keys down somewhere for just a moment while I went for something else, and then searching for them for an hour! Needless to say, I had a few choice names for myself.
Posted by: Lois on Oct 22, 2009 2:54:26 PM
We have a long standing agreement about what goes on my tombstone.
She was here a minute ago
Such a deal
Where are my glasses
Posted by: Helen on Oct 22, 2009 2:55:21 PM
I have taken care of that problem. I bought a bunch of cheapee glasses (5$) and have stashed a pair in the kitchen-dining-living room, one in the bedroom, and one by the front door. I call them my glasses to find my glasses. Yes, it is that bad, when you need glasses to find your glasses. But it works! Oh, and I have a pair in the glove compartment in the car too. It's crazy!
Posted by: Suzanne on Oct 22, 2009 4:21:32 PM
I think Suzanne has the best idea. I'm in the need glasses to find my glasses category. I sure hope you found yours.
Posted by: Mage B on Oct 22, 2009 7:17:17 PM
