This eye infection is making me reflect on wearing contacts.
Clinging to my glasses, clearly. Can’t see; Can see far; The bar is set. Contacts for a while. Decisions; Should I change directions? While my daughter and grandson chose To wear pairs, should I choose to be square? Can I find A pair to compliment my hair and eyes? Surmising; surprising… I’d once been four eyes; Didn’t like it; But I was shy back then - Metaphorical frames of tortoise shell. Actually wire frames; I think. I felt ugly; I might feel beautiful; Today’s a new day of decision. I could buy single days; keep my sight Clearly beautiful, bright and bold.
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