The spectacle case

A  plastic with soft contours , it stares 
At my eyes ,balefully from its existence,
Its pride, outcome of seeing too much.

Eyes are love , drooping an ego's fall
On the pillar of a nose, with two extra
Eyes seeming duplication but not so.

Custodian of  seeing ,often a little proud,
It  encases glasses roundly, just in case,
Luckily not making a spectacle of itself.

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