twas the night before eye surgery
And all through my
bod
My
fears were a flutter,
Race did my heart
I'd told my
coworkers I would not be in,
And received their
mocking with polite chagrin.
The jokes flew to and fro, "hope they do not slip."
"
Don't look into laser with remaining eye."
I sit here and wonder, how blind
will I be?
Can it be? Tomorrow,
sunset will I see?
My
lover supports me and makes me forget,
The
2% failure that I might add to.