Agitated and blindly shaken
I retraced the steps that I had taken
Only to not see them any place
Because they weren’t on my face
To provide vision very clear
Through the blur far and near

High and low from ceiling to floor
I looked and looked and then once more
Then my wife joined in the search
And looked on every shelf and perch

Soon she turned and looked at me
And lo and behold what did I see
But my glasses on her face
Which she had put on in place
Of her own which were not around
So she just used what she found