Heidi Viars

I wrote this some time ago.
Maybe someone else needs reminding besides me

(Based on a true story)

Today, I washed windows.
I scrubbed and I cleaned.
But the harder I tried
The messier it seemed.

I questioned and marveled
Why spots kept appearing
Why dirt didn’t move and
And the filth wasn’t clearing.

Then in my surprise
I looked down real close
I noticed the answer
At the end of my nose.

My glasses were smudged.
Making all efforts vain.
The windows were clean.
I was looking through stains.

I wonder how often
That happens to me:
I’m polishing others
And forget to check me.