Missing

• by Supanat
• 3 years ago

This poem reminds me of the time when my glasses got switched up with my sister's glasses.

• by Vincent
• 4 years ago

That was funny because it makes feel old by having the same issue all the time.

• by Delia Marheineke, London, England
• 5 years ago

Yes, the same thing happens to me every day when I mislay my glasses all over place. I've worn them since I was eight and am now seventy-five, so you can imagine I accumulated a lot of specs along the way. Anyway, no longer used pairs can now be returned to the optician as charitable donations for people round the world who desperately need them, and that's wonderful. It does them a favour and makes me feel good as well.

• by Abimbola T. Alabi
• 5 years ago

Woah! This is a funny poem and I can relate to it. I've misplaced my glasses too, more times than I care to remember and when I eventually find them, I'd be like "Would you believe this?". It's often right under my nose! Amuses me a great deal. I do joke at home that if only my glasses had a line so I can just ring when it's missing, then get it wherever it is.

• by SirensTears
• 6 years ago

Oh my! How I relate; this happens so much!

• by Frances J. Moyle
• 7 years ago

Oh, how I relate to this poem! I lose my specs daily, search frantically, then as I pass a mirror I spot them sitting smugly on my head. Why don't I look there first?!!