Pass the glasses if you please 

I’m told I need them as a tease 

To see back through into the past 

And read the words so clear at last 

 

 

Must I be so old to see 

A world lost so mournfully 

Faded echoes of ghosts on show 

A world I knew long ago 

 

 

“Work from home” I was told 

As I saw the world unfold 

The screen burned and flickered with lines 

Burned in the memory and burned in the eyes 

 

 

I used to see all so clearly

The joy and sadness exuberantly 

And it comes at such a cost to me 

Now that finally, I can’t see