Eylea Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A little poke, a tiny sting,
My right eye gets a special thing.
For diabetes, years untold,
This shot helps keep my vision bold.

Every three or four months, it's true,
My eye needs care, something new.
A gentle touch, a watery gleam,
To chase away a blurry dream.

It helps me see, it helps me read,
Planting a bright and healthy seed.
Though short it is, the feeling brief,
It brings my worried eyes relief.