Reflections on the Loss of VisionA Poem by Michael R. BurchReflections on the Loss of Vision
The rabbits that hide in the bushes where the snowflakes collect as they fall, The chipmunk who seeks out his burrow and the geese in their unseen reprieve As a keen-eyed young lad I endeavored to see things most adults could not― NOTE: I believe I wrote the first version of this poem around 1978 at age 19 or 20. I put it aside for many years and didn’t finish it until 2020 during the coronavirus pandemic. Keywords/Tags: reflections, loss, vision, childhood, eyesight, perceptiveness, acuity, age, aging, cataracts, blindness, days, years, decades, near-sighted, far-sighted © 2020 Michael R. Burch |
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Added on August 1, 2020 Last Updated on August 1, 2020 Tags: reflections, loss, vision, childhood, eyesight, perceptiveness, acuity, age, aging, cataracts, blindness, days, years, decades, near-sighted, far-sighted Author
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