I cant find my glasses
I am packing
I am chucking
I am moving
and I cant find my glasses.
Rubbish bag Oh no!
recycling eek!
Left out and cleared out
by the clearance chaps???
I cant find me glasses
I cant see
Yet I can see
the wind dancing the beautiful
trees
that house the
music of the birds
every morning
sure don’t need glasses for that
Harriet MacDonald
The world
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "day twenty one" (5)
a beautiful piece that made me laugh and smile…..
Amusing and true.
I recognise this 😊
That gave me a giggle and so true.
all about seeing… and seeing 🙂 so true. Now… where are my glasses (again).