I’d reached that certain age and found it harder to see,
Magnifiers filled the void, until glasses were for me.
Last count six pairs in total, all in their allotted place,
You think it would be easy, but no, that’s not the case.
Can’t wear them on a walk, so it’s ‘on and off’ all day,
Oh the cord around the neck! A tangled mess, I’d say.
A pair is needed to watch TV, amazing to see the screen,
One pair lounge in the bathroom, for makeup and a preen.
My driving pair wait in the car, it’s great to read the signs,
Help me see pedestrians and drive within white lines.
My kitchen holds another pair, for when I cook a meal,
Perfect when it’s carrot time, with skins I need to peel.
Where are my cooking glasses? I saw them a moment ago,
I hunt for countless minutes, are they friend or maybe foe?
I’ve found the ‘little darlings’ and perch them on my nose,
But they are extremely blurry; need cleaning I suppose.
A pair sit on my many books, it’s comfy to read in bed,
Can be tricky to locate, ‘the blighters’ often on my head.
Then a pair sulk in my handbag, for prices I cannot read,
But never needed for gardening; it’s easy to spot a weed.
There will be a day in the future, one pair will be just right,
I’ll position them in the morning, then lay them to rest at night.
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