Honing the Craft

In Graditude

In Gratitude

Both eyes don't twinkle anymore,
It seems with age the glimmer fades,
slowly coroding to dim sight
but, corrective lenses fixed that
until a clot blew in one eye.
A grey cloud now obscures vision.
A stroke of sorts, who ever knew?
Gatefully the other still sparks.
                    ~~Judi Van Gorder

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Inspired by "EIGHT - 09.13.22"  
8 lines
8 syllables each