They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
My windows are curtained with the advancements of mankind.
The glasses are my eyes
allowing me to see to view my sighs.
May my vision rest and compute the allowance of mere sight
to prevent my visions from getting into a fright.
Oh glasses you help me,
Oh glasses you save.
At least my blindness has not yet been paved.
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