Old Glasses

I went to the eye doctor.
On Sunday.
He told me...
I don't need new glasses.

His advice
Was not what I expected.
He told me
To stop looking through
And enjoy open sea

He told me
To stop using a
Magnifying glass
For every detail
And to look
At little things

Instead of everything
All at once
Because I only have two eyes
And the rest of my life
To see the world

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