Dear Lord
Dear Lord…
…we don’t talk often and I guess that’s down to me
I struggle to converse with those I cannot clearly see
I understand that you’re the one on whom I should depend
And though I ask a favour now… I’m asking for a friend
The special lady in my life, who I think of as ‘wife’
Is soon to trust her eyesight to a fellow with a knife
A simple op will let her kiss her cataract goodbye
An easy thing to say about another person’s eye
Have I hid behind her vision that is blurred and grey
I’ve never had to think about it much before today
But when we met her eyes were clear and I was rather fit
But now her vision is impaired and I have changed… A BIT…
So please, when all is done allow my girl to clearly see…
Perhaps a slightly rosey tint whene’er she looks at me
Amen
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2024
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