Eye Exam

I don’t mind eye exams, but I’d avoid
dilating drops forever if I could.
By consequential glare I am annoyed,
and though I know the doctor needs a good
look in the orb – because the likelihood
of problem is increased, by age conveyed –
for hours I won’t read the way I should.
But hey, it’s just one day, forestalling fade.


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