Poem

Wow, I was so annoyed by these new glasses that I was inspired to write this poem over lunch. My muse sang to me...sang

Upon getting new glasses
I see
the world utterly different than before.
Everything stands out
in high contrast
in complete relief
SHARP
like a knife, my vision now
CUT
through my consciousness.
Everything clear and
brittle color
crisp shapes.
I can tell all.
Upon getting new glasses
I see
the world utterly different than before.
Why should I miss my old pair of lens?