Glasses With Brother
I was watching the TV silently
When something was glinting right at me
from the top of the table it shone brightly
So I went to look at this shiny object curiously
And there I found a pair of glasses staring right at me.
I was curious
About this mysterious object
That made me question
its ridiculous fashion.
But alas it was blindening
that felt like a lightning
for my eyes felt like a burden bearer.
And not any fairer .
I took it off with swiftness
for I heard the bannging steps getting closer
coming to collect this wonder
away from me forever
So I put it on for last time
Hoping to make it last a lifetime
and struck again was I with lightning
But this time, not from the glasses
But the stares of my sister.
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