when I got those wire-rimmed glasses
the kind with transitional lenses
I didn’t care or give a damn……
about the loss
the symbolic death
of my grotesque looking
black rimmed glasses
without hesitation or even remorse
for having to wear them
for what seemed like……
fifteen years in the bowels of hell
I quickly doomed them forever
to the tomb ~ the bottom of
my sock drawer
I swear …… I did not mourn
their demise for 15 years
nor will I miss them for eternity
regardless if ~ immortalized
by the legendary……. Ray Orbison
and Buddy Holly
or someway ~ somehow
thoughtlessly resurrected
from the unstylish grave
‘cause ~ the death of some things
shouldn’t be destine to be retro
I thank the creator of contacts
and frameless eyeglasses
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~