It’s getting harder to see
No matter how much I squint
The light escapes me
Should I just take a hint?
I’ll always seek the glint.
And sounds aren’t as clear
Regardless how I strain
I’m struggling to hear
Will understanding wane?
Perhaps it’s best to filter out disdain.
And lately my speech
Has been overly flecked
With lies that fools preach
But I’ll only interject
With words of respect.
Are You Reading Me?
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