Today I saw the doctor. The one who checks my eyes.
He told me I can’t see, which came as no surprise.
I have the beginnings, of what is called glaucoma
I’ve learned its not a good thing, if it ends in “oma.”
He also thought he’d mention that my cataracts are growing
“Are you finished, yet?” I asked. “I really must be going.”
I got into my car with a prescription for eyeglasses.
I thought I should drive slowly, though everybody passes.
By the time I got back home, I had a real meltdown.
I couldn’t help but think, that my eyes had let me down.
Sometimes you do things that you know you might regret.
I don’t think I’ll make that dentist appointment, yet.
Those 70ish Girls 