Taking a chance to read
The news of the day,
And read the headlines.
Then going to the details
But it seems I can’t read.
The font of 12 so blurred...
Why can’t I read the lines?
My eyes reached the point
To need a reading glass...
This can be the sign of aging
That some parts will falter.
Those bygone days no more
When reading was made
Without any aid or lens,
Just freely reading the lines
Flawless as the eyes can see
But after all these years
That sight fades with time...
Every time I woke in morn
Just reminiscing the days
That good sight I’ve had.
When I put no regards
This part of the body....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good sight I have had, thanks, I invite you tom read my poems and comment.