GLASSES COLLECTOR

By Debborah Jensen

I've become a collector of glasses, not the kind you from which you drink.

Eyes cannot distinguish small prints letters, why'd it change I think.

Glasses in the bathroom, at bedside, and chairside,

another in car, and purse, I hide.

Gone are the days of on demand reading.

Fumbling with finding glasses, I'm screaming.

It's hard to watch ages encroachment, to admit I'm not twenty anymore.

So now I'm a collector of glasses, look there they are right by the door.