Lost my glasses, where’d I put them?
Not on my head, that’s the problem!
Using old pair, at least can see.
Going out, now, where is my key?
Had it last night, drove myself home.
I’ll use my spare, off I go roam.
Back from my trip, want to unwind.
Those specs, now missing, I can’t find.
Not getting old, though old I be.
Just busy, too busy for me.
– – June Nash