Vision slowly uprooted,

Colors gradually diluted,

So that I am well suited,

To a world that is muted.

It passes undetected,

None seems affected,

So it can't be corrected,

A problem neglected.

Then its discovered,

Life is restructured,

I get all flustered,

My eyes now covered.

I had a fear

That People would jeer,

Or I'd appear

Extremely severe.

To my despair

I get my first pair,

I turn to stare

At what I wear.

I widen my eyes,

Filled with surprise,

"Glasses aren't my demise,

They make me seem - wise."

I wasn't boring or flat,

But not only that,

The world I look at,

Was no longer matte.

Eyesight it mends

So lines don't blend,

The clarity transcends

What I used to contend.

Wonder filled my eye

When I looked to the sky,

Its in full supply

Of pigments spry.

Finally I can see

Colors esprit,

This, I would agree

Is how its meant to be.