ODE TO MYOPIA
My face in the mirror isn’t wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn’t dirty — the cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely, and so does my lawn.
I think I might NEVER put my glasses back on.
ODE TO MYOPIA
My face in the mirror isn’t wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn’t dirty — the cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely, and so does my lawn.
I think I might NEVER put my glasses back on.