I thought it was Saturday But it's Thursday - That's officially the earliest Any weekend has started this year And it's only March - Where the hell is my life at?
Is it a Déjà vu do you think To fall madly in love With someone on the subway And for the whole experience To be an anticlimax Because they have red hair Like all the other ones?
It's got to be clinical Me wanting to save The World One poem at a time - I mean even supposing I write one every day What's the odds Me staying on message?
( I should say about now It is often at this point In the telling I wish any poem I am writing Was only 4 verses And about something more Than my surreal ramblings Of my Day In A Life...
But to continue this poem of focii ... ) It is the equinox, and even the clocks Have bumped an hour forwards - So the days don't start too early And the afternoons get to drag on - In this country that's how we hang!
So, to bring things to a close, My new Varifocals are just the job - Fast moving though it is The World is clear to me With nothing but a flick of the eyes - And, now I can read their lips, People are saying the most wonderful things! Who knew?
Something special in them An old man Beautiful grandfather Spectacles Perched on his forehead Sat to read the newspaper But everything was blurry He realized Where were his spectacles? He looked around Couldn't find them Called his daughter Asked her the same A moment of joy! Take her hand Did she To his forehead And brought back The glasses Straight to his eyes! What was radiant And infections Was the gentle Smile on the old man's And his daughter's faces One being happy at Someone's childishness The other In child like Realization!
From thin to thick, Varying in width and height, Glasses they cater, Like food in a buffet, To that lacking in eyesight that shows beauty and color, True color as I believe, Can only be seen by the blind, To learn to appreciate what you have none of, The advantage of that of the unseeing, That is what we should truly see, Like expecting the unexpected, We should see the unseen, And with that, Truly, Love is blind.