Poems of Venkatesh Hariharan
Monday, January 23, 2012
Glasses
When I was young
I saw people wearing glasses
Some in need
Some in bright colors
When I was old
I saw seasons changing
Summer was warmer
Winter colder
Now
I do not see as I could see
Perhaps it is time to change
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