Gone Glasses

by Paloma Santamarina

 

‘Twas the early morn in Anchorage
When my glasses simply fled
While I was leaning over the ocean
They dropped straight from my head.
O glasses, poor glasses, falling a thousand miles down.
O glasses, poor glasses, I had to watch them drown.
We were about to get on a sight-seeing cruise,
How cruel Miss Fate can be!
And of course I couldn’t be excused
Though there was nothing I could see.
So I sat on that ship for hours
Blinder than a bat could be
Oh my glasses, how they made it
So much easier to see!
The humpback whale and spotted seals
All looked like blurs to me
I knew that if I had my glasses
What a fun time this would be!
O glasses, gone glasses, upon the ocean floor
I know that you’re much happier now
Though my eyesight’s just as poor.
O glasses, gone glasses!
Lost on that cold Alaskan day
When you jumped ship as I boarded the cruise
And the ocean tore you away.

 

Paloma Santamarina is a creative writing freshman at the High School for the Performing and Visual Arts. He has been awarded a Silver Key by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards for poetry, but he considers himself a thespian at heart!