Hindsight Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

I took my glasses from my head
and placed them upon my bed
Sat down to put on my two shoes...
heard a crunch and was confused

My rear felt that something was out of place
Suddenly there was a horrid look on my face
Oh no… what mistake have I preformed
Regrettably, I my glasses were deformed

It was evident that a lens had popped out…
With impaired vision I searched with a pout
Can I remedy the fate I have imposed
Hopefully, I am only temporarily indisposed

With a gently nudge and a slight twist
I asked for divine guidance in the midst
I sensed a snap… are my worries ended
Hurrah, I think the dilemma is mended

The frame is slightly bent but sight is restored…
The distortions will just have to be ignored
A lesson learned… that never can be denied
Hindsight is 20/20; or so it is clearly implied

7/19/2010