Sight
Since I was little I have always had to figth,
With horrible myopic sight.
I can see OK if I wear my glasses,
The problem is they are as thick as vases.
When I was young I went without glasses trying to look cool,
But I'd trip over something and look like a fool.
Although my sights poor it's the sense I couldn't do without,
Without sight the world would be black and I could not bear this without any doubt.
Copyright © Mark West | Year Posted 2023
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