The day of walking by the lake with Thoughts on Epitaph my sunglasses also broke. It happened first, as did the idea for this; a poem about being kept in the dark.
A lens fell out my sunglasses While walking in the park Not a pretty sight Half in light, other dark Putting it back no laughing matter Bleedin’ struggle more like Led to a fight Frame out of shape Needs to get fit Tight around the glass No matter which way Always loose Somewhere slipping mount Easy tiger Too much pressure And like two cards Snap Go on bare to sun? No! If first impressions count for everything Better to be epic than distraught Get in! you . . . Ruin‘er of views Finally! Well . . . good enough to do All that time spent Tongue out no doubt In full public view Nothing like those places Best called sweatshops With less than seconds To right the same plot Know no more than pennies an hour Or just a couple of mere cents Shaded as they are From and for our benefits
Thanks for reading.
N. P. Ryan.