<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Lens, Our Friends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From times gone by, each human eye<br>Has dimmed its daylight gaze, <br>Thus extra reason we could cry<br>At what would once amaze...<br>Beneath our eyebrows gently curled, <br>Eyes grant us dignity, <br>To see all things like scrolls unfurled, <br>Both eyes in harmony...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As time goes by, sight goes awry, <br>The focus not as clear<br>And yet no matter how we try, <br>Things aren't as they appear...<br>Such sights no longer quite complete, <br>Though God's light's still supplied, <br>The food we eat looks not so sweet, <br>It's somewhat mistified...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As time moves on, Man's learnt the truth<br>Of optic sciences, <br>Such that we've found the living proof<br>That eyes see less and less...<br>To see one's hands as outstretched blurs<br>Takes confidence away, <br>Not knowing how to cope then spurs<br>The active mind to pray...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As time has shown, Man's prone to moan<br>When God won't heal us all, <br>Such that we sometimes feel alone, <br>Now humbled, feeling small...<br>Yet eyesight tests have helped us cope<br>Through brand new spectacles, <br>To grant new focus and new hope<br>Like magic miracles...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As time from birth to death is worth<br>Much more as we grow old, <br>We cherish life upon this Earth, <br>Esteeming it like gold...<br>Our lens, our friends... Reflect on this...<br>Each lens is customised, <br>Such that we feel a sense of bliss<br>That's rarely realised...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sight renewed, find gratitude<br>That you can read this verse, <br>I pray that God will bless your mood<br>As each new day occurs...<br>God made the Sun, God made the Moon, <br>God made the stars that shine, <br>God made each blessing and each boon, <br>God made your eyes and mine...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367421" data-title="Our Lens, Our Friends de Denis Martindale" data-description="From times gone by, each human eye Has dimmed its daylight gaze, Thus extra reason we could cry At what would once amaze... Beneath our eyebrows gently curled, Eyes grant us dignity, To see all things like scrolls unfurled, Both eyes in harmon..."></div> </div> </div>

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