i dont know if i can handle
my eyes feel like they have been through a mangle
the pressure must be high
and sometimes i want to die
rather than this pain
again and again and again
glaucoma go away
dont come back i say
it really is too much here alone
i thought id be bestone
with some sight for so much longer!
the mist it is intense
i try to ignore it
but then i get upset
and really do abhor it
i try to come to terms
that one day nothing i will see
it will just be this terrible mist
for poor old little old me
i could do with a Guide
someone to make my tea
and give me a hug
and lots of chocs would please!
what am to do
it is a very poor view
that i have here
oh dear!
so a cure must be in hand
that surely would be grand
so that i could have a life
without all this strife
tomorrow i will see
as clearly as can be
thats what i tell myself
as i sit here every day
come what may
PLEASE let me have some vision
so function i can do
without the aid
of others and oh and you!
