Oh Book

Written by: Jon A Cavanaugh

Oh Book, I cannot hold thee close enough
          My eyes are open wide
          My sight is almost fried
My eyes, this winter day, are very tired
My spectacle prescription has expired
To see!  Again to clearly read this stuff
Oh Book, I cannot hold thee close enough

These dirt cheap drug store glasses are to blame
          But I never thought I could
          Do something that I should
Till my conscience did insist
I see an ophthalmologist 
My sight will finally been reclaimed
Though it almost had been permanently maimed