The glasses

Disappointment struck me like a bolt of lightning,

As I stood there with my new glasses, squinting,

Unsure of what to make of this new change,

Glasses that I had chosen for fashion, not range.

I had always prided myself on my clear vision,

But now it seemed I had made a wrong decision,

As the world appeared blurry and out of focus,

And I couldn't help feeling a little hopeless.

But as the days went by, something strange occurred,

I began to see things I'd never seen before,

The beauty of the world in its every detail,

From the colors of the leaves to the patterns on a snail.

I realized then that my mistake had been grand,

For the glasses that I wore had helped me understand,

The world in ways I never thought possible,

And opened my eyes to things that were once invisible.

I remember the day I walked through the park,

And saw a family of ducks swimming in the dark,

Their feathers glistening in the setting sun,

And I felt a sense of wonder I had never known.

Then there was the time I saw a couple in love,

Holding hands and walking under the stars above,

Their laughter and joy infectious and pure,

And I knew that my glasses had opened a new door.

I began to see beauty in the smallest of things,

Like the dew on the grass or the way a bird sings,

And I felt grateful for my mistake of spectacle,

For it had given me a gift that was immeasurable.

One day I was walking down the street,

And I saw an old man with a friendly greet,

He told me his name was Mr. Smith,

And that he had a story that was worth a myth.

He said that when he was young, he lost his sight,

And for years he lived in a world of darkened light,

But then he got a pair of glasses that changed his life,

And he saw the world in a new and beautiful sight.

And I knew then that my mistake had not been in vain,

For it had given me a gift that I could not explain,

And I felt grateful for the glasses that I wore,

For they had opened a window to a world I'd ignored.

Now I wear my glasses with pride and with joy,

And I see the world in ways that I could never deploy,

And I know that my mistake was a blessing in disguise,

For it opened my eyes to a world beyond my own lies.

And so I urge you, dear reader, to take a chance,

And see the world through a different glance,

For you never know what beauty you might find,

In the small moments that can change your mind.

As I close this poem, I think of all the random scenes,

Of people and places and the things in between,

And I know that my glasses have brought me to this place,

A place where the beauty of the world I can embrace.

T H A N K Y O U F O R T A K I N G T H E T I M E T O R E A D .

K E E P L E A R N I N G,

G R O W I N G, A N D

P U R S U I N G

Y O U R

P A S S I O N S.