the near things | Write Out Loud

the near things | Write Out Loud

Finding the Lost

I sit still- difficult- and contemplate several pairs of
glasses most with low-cost frames.

On my desk the driving glasses 15 years old are in a right
mood for it has been a struggle

 for the glasses to be
accepted again after I bought a new pair that cost me a fortune

The state of the art frame, 
yet useless and I am not buying new ones.

 My old glasses
purchased in a small shop that had no pretention of being unique as

 master of Spectacles,
alas you have to tell people you are wonderful and apex and that

cannot be surpassed, if not people avoid you and go for the
liers and cheats in suits.

I fell for ads bought the overpriced pair that could not
difference between red and green

What relief it was to rummage through my office drawers to
find my old glasses.

This is not what I wanted to say what I meant was by looking
at the lenses if they

could tell me a story and remembering something I had
overlooked  a thing on

my mind lost in the life of April