Skeptical Spectacles

He got his first pair when he was in the third grade
After running into a tether ball pole,
He told the optometrist that he could see much better
But there were no lenses in the frames,
When he finally got the real ones
He couldn’t believe what he saw through them
And made a spectacle of himself
Telling his teacher that he had x-ray vision.

Now in his older days,
He is much more skeptical,
His optometrist tells him the new frames
Make him look like the intelligentsia,
That he looks just like Jack Nicholson,
But he doesn’t believe optometrists anymore.

Peering out over the tops of them,
He can perceive the world as it is,
Blurred and myopic,
And when he looks directly through them,
He can still escape to that childhood world
Of x-ray vision.