New Glasses Poem by Jim Yerman

I remember getting glasses…and feeling so sublime.
I was in the second grade…seeing the world for the first time.

But my eyesight gets a little worse each year…a fact I can't ignore.
I was 7 years old back then…today I'm sixty-four.

So when I picked up my new glasses yesterday…as I am wont to do.
I put them on my face…and I marveled at the view.

The world was bright and beautiful…so much clearer than before…
and I smiled until I saw my reflection…in the mirror on the door.

I couldn't believe my eyes! I was so much older than before!
I'm sure I didn't look this old…in the last pair of glasses that I wore.

So I quickly ran and got my old glasses…and I was glad to see
a younger man was in the mirror…staring back at me.

So now I have two pair of glasses…one for seeing the world clearer…
and one I put on anytime…I'm looking in a mirror.