Nearsightedness

Letters start to fade,

But words will remain,

Proofreading will not be needed,

Just to stop the rain.

 

Colors may turn pale,

But pictures will stay,

Don't take as an opinion,

To obliterate it all away.

 

For all I can see is near,

And blurry image forms when far,

Should I cling to my fear?

Or going beyond the bar?

 

Because not all the time,

We can see the truth,

Like catching a dime,

From dear old Ruth.

 

Eyes is for sight

And it cannot bite

'Cause we can't see the future,

From a simple figure.

 

But don't lose hope,

Put away the envelope,

'Cause there's always a light,

In every twilight.

 

By Me Ü

Done