Glasses

Made of a frame and twain lenses
I’m part of your daily attire,
For a fragment of your sight lost its sense
And that’s why I’m there
Right in front of your eyes
Sitting on your nose
Hanging on to your ears.

What you see is what I see
I couldn’t protest even if I try,
You oft see things I don’t understand
What are the things you called
Life, love, happiness and sorrow?
Why are there good and bad?
How am I going to understand?
And when?

You better don’t lose me
For you may not see the things
You’re seeing now without me,
Do you realize master,
Lest I’m your best friend?