| The Broken Glasses
Digging through my closet 'twas I,
When something shiny caught my eye.
Buried under soles of shoes
And other things that you might lose
Were a pair of broken glasses, I wonder whose?
Its arms were bent, its lenses shattered,
It has a case, but it was tattered.
It looked at me with forlorn eyes,
Seemingly saying unheard sighs.
"I cannot leave it here," I thought,
So some pliers then I sought.
I went to the store to get some glue,
And fixed the glasses up anew.
I put the glasses on my head,
And in the closet there was instead
My other glasses, too bright a red.