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.

fog, April 1th, 2013 015

13 Comments »

  1. Great poem. I especially liked this part…

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

    How true! Thanks for the reminder. Blessings.

    Like

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