There are things growing in my eyes,
They weren’t always there
But I feel them now
Moments when my vision blurs
When a good rubbing clears them away
Until they find cause to grow again.
It wasn’t always this way
I had good eyes once,
Blue, clear, 20/20 vision.
But age caught up with me
First my long sight
Then reading, I was ensnared
When my eyes found reason to get lazy
And I had to wear glasses
For that gave rise to more laziness
Thicker lenses and heavier frames.
They tell me its part of getting older
But I think denial can take care of that
At least I tell myself that
As I clean my spectacles once again
Rub the bridge of my nose
As it complains of a weight
It wasn’t supposed to bear.
Looking down at my computer screen
I pop on my computer glasses
So much easier to see with I find
And look out into the world
Abuzz with news and possibilities,
I dare not stop looking
For fear of missing, the important
And mostly the trivial.
But the things in my eyes are still growing
Clouding the future, holding me ransom
To the shackles of age
Until ravaged I succumb
Remembered as someone who once was.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/photo-challenge-249/
Morpethroad 
The last 5 lines are fantabulous. Sharing this piece…
Thanks Reena, that’s such a lovely comment.
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Things growing in my eyes …. by Michael
As someone who shares this annoying condition, I smile to see it the subject of a poem. 🙂
Always good finding someone who relates
That last line packs a punch.
The last five lines are fantastic!
It seems the plight of us all unfortunately.
Yes, agreed!