In a World Without Glasses...

In a world without glasses

Would the sky be dark and blurry?

Would the sun be dim and yellow?

In a world without glasses

Would I be a beggar?

With a pan to collect loose change

And cash in the same gutter I rest my head in.

In a world without glasses

Could I view the stars in the sky?

Or could I read the classics

Of Twain, London, and Poe,

And maybe even Koontz, or King?

Could I view the Mona Lisa?

And see her smile?

In a world without glasses

I could smell that fresh cup of coffee,

Or that fresh cut grass,

But would I see the sparkle

Of lightning bugs in the night air

Or watch my children grow?

Could I share the thoughts of my soul in a poem?