Before now …

 A long time ago I could see
I could see individual blades of grass
I could see the tiniest print
And faces crisp and clear
Today my glasses broke
And all is a blurry mist
Green smudges - is that grass
And a smudges smile, friend
As for print: reading books
I miss the smell the most
Even words within my mouth
Are uttered with less verve
At this point, I need glasses all the time
To stop driving in ditches
To help me find my friends
Without them saying - I have no shame.