I just removed them for a moment and then put them down,
now I’ve groped everywhere, but my glasses can’t be found.

As I get older, things seem to be getting more confused;
I need someone around here to discover what I lose.

Don’t tell me it’s a senior moment and just memory loss;
for I recall, at six years old, first meeting Santa Claus.

And what I did as wallflower at my first high school prom,
but now I can’t remember which room I just came from.

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