Spectacles Song

You paint reference
For impressionist art
Sitting atop my eminence
Ever a crutch for sight

‘This all you are?
A portrait in frame
To tell me the blurry
Scene lacks clarity

Fogged up with
Finger print
Calling me
To haul and clean

Again I grow sulky
Grousing your nature
Not binging the beauty
That you truly are

An unsung housewife
Bearing the cross
For the vision at strife
‘Stead of a burning torch