Looking Glass


By Tony Eastman

You gave me a gift that,
Much to my dismay, I have
Not been able to return.

You taught me to
Witness the world around me,
And I choose not to.

Now, you’re dying on me,
And I can’t experience
What I want to anymore.

Maybe glasses will help.

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