Time has
changed
Too many
things for me
It's changed
my eyes
Now I can
hardly see
My mail is
piling high
It's so hard
to read
Friends keep
telling me
It’s glasses
that you need
So I called
the Dr. up
Asked what I
should do
Make an
appointment
for later
I'll check
your eyes for
you
Oh yes, I
heard the Dr.
say
Those old eyes
are dim
You need
glasses right
away
How will you
pay for them?
When I heard
the price
Of what those
things will
cost
I very nearly
fainted
I thought that
all was lost
But the nice
little nurse
Whispered in
my ear
Go to the
corner drug
store
They sell
glasses there
Off I went
that day
To see if I
could find
them
A sales lady
pointed
Said, look
over in that
bin
What ones
should I take?
I asked her
right away
She said keep
trying them on
'Til the
dimness fades
away
As I tried
them on
One right
after the
other
I was getting
dizzy
Thought to
myself, O'
brother
The clerk
stepped up and
says
Don’t stop
'til you see
clear
That will be
the ones
That you are
supposed to
wear
So after a
long, long
while
And trying on
so many
I felt like
giving up
I couldn't see
clear thru any
When I put
them on
The floor
would rise up
in my face
The very
thought of
that
Filled me with
disgrace
How could
these things
help me read?
It was a
puzzle to me
Something that
felt so
dangerous
Was this how I
used to see?
I really don't
remember
Can't seem to
get it
straight
I don't think
I can walk at
all
With these
things on my
face
The ground
stays way up
high
While I have
them on
I was doing
better
When my sight
was nearly
gone
Yolanda Cohen
and Betty Hill
© 2005
