Over the years, she realized her vision was deteriorating
Putting reading into the group of activities that were getting hard to do
That was a huge penalty to getting older
It made her mad at the universe for allowing this to happen, but to no avail
Collapsing her into a deep depression that echoed her depleting eyesight.
So it surprised everyone around her when she would not put on her damn glasses
Blinking, trying to bring it into focus, but fails
Leaving the image muddy and obscured
Unable to clarify what was happening, she put on her glasses
Realizing that being old was the only thing she could see clearly in the morning
Remembering all that has been lost
As well as all that we have gained
It is times like these that balance looking forward and back
Seeing this particular snapshot in each of our lives
Entices us to lift our glasses in a toast. Here’s to you, my reader.