You Have To Wait

         You have to wait at least four months in order to get an appointment!

         I squint, rub my eyes, clean my spectacles adjust the font, and mutter.

         The words blur and dance, skitter, fade in and out, doe-see-doe, and flutter.

         I must lasso the wayward words, tie a knot, focus, stop the stutter.

                   

         This online port to book an eye exam expects me to pre- resist.

         That can't be right, my vision plays hide and seek, but still it does exist.

          Why request my photo mumbler, those darn letters evade and persist.

          The head and tails of it elude me , confuse, no meaning explicit.

         

         After admitting and grumbling my sight needed a seeing eye friend

         I hollered for aid, for a someone to assist me to comprehend.

          My rescuer sauntered near, a computer savvy grandchild of ten.

         "Whatcha doin' Grandad? Want me to read those big ol' words to you then?"

         

         Between the two of us, I think , I hope, we reserved an eye doc spot.

          Now I sit and wait, my registration set by a whiz kid hot shot.

         A lot of bother to drive and retain independence, trips to plot

         My sight has faded, deflated with its seniority, I have not.

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