There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See Poem by Francie Lynch

Just picked up my umpteenth pair of glasses
(You might know them as eye glasses) .
Progressive, photo-chromatic, temples with wrap around cables.
Same round frames since I was sixteen (first saw them in 'How I Won the War') .
I don't mess with what I like. They are my fit. No need to look further.
Had my eye on the prize.
They give me perfect sight. And I waited years to get perfect sight.
Always needed glasses. Finally got them when I was eleven.
Big family. Immigrants. No health coverage. So, no glasses.
Couldn't see the forest or the trees. A genetic thing too.
Several sisters and brothers are as myopic as moles.
Mammy and Daddy never wore glasses (which is not to say they didn't need them) .
All granny glasses are wire rims with a golden finish.
All of mine were. These ones are round black wire rims. I'm being so adventurous.
I remove them (singular is a monocle) to shower and go to bed. I never ask to try on someone's frames, and I never loan mine for a second (Period)
I also have a face that has grown so accustomed to glasses, that my eyes have surely deepened into my skull. I don't recognize myself on my driver's license, health card or passport (Why do they insist on that? I'm never asked to remove my glasses upon surrender of any document for visual verification) .

I've yet to regret the wealth I've spent.
Their cost could pay the rent
For a third world family for years.
It would feed and clothe a village, I'm sure.
We're so blinded by how good we've got it here.