Ruvindri , Year 7Smith's Hill High SchoolMy GlassesThe smooth tortoise-shell frame,The vintage scratched glass,From the many clumsy timesThat small dent on the side,From that unexpected tumble at the stablesA small loose screw

All day everyday,Always on my face,To see the worldA clearer place

Soothing for my eyes,They change every yearDon a new colour,Or a new shape

But still all day everydayAlways on my face,To see the worldA clearer place