With new glasses my world has aged
faces stunning like old brickwork
staring back at my amazement
with new glasses my world swims up close
like a mad eye, nothing can be missed
clouds become personal, pavements etched
and I can see young minds making much of little
in the blend of the new and the old
threatening reproach beyond the glass.
Then finally folded away with a click
stowaways on a clear day
my new glasses peer round their tiny coffin
like a blink extinguished.