As My Vision Fades ImproVerse Sonnet

As I age,
My vision fades.
Yet I’m sure
I’m seeing more.

The same sun shines North and South: Lake Winneconne SunsetMy experience fills in
views I’m seeing again.
And colors even more
scenes I’ve not seen before.

It’s frustrating to me,
this hazed fogginess I see;
but my sight was always poor,
so I accept the gaps and endure.

For even blurred pictures I now have at hand
Time lets me more clearly see and understand.

 

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