Getting Glasses

Intro
Hello, you don't know me, but if you do, you know I have slightly bad Eyesight. It didn't affect me much at first, because I didn't want glasses. I was never really the type open to change. But then it started affecting my grades and I eventually had to see a specialist, where I was given glasses. The moral of this story, this poem, is to never suffer in silence when there is something wrong. (Although I should warn you that EVERYBODY will want to try them on.)

I remember the day when I couldn't see the board,

I did not panic, for I am cunning,

I put one eye on my friends work,

And copied what she had written,

I remember the day when I did not know what do do with my worksheet,

I definitely panicked, my heart was running,

I put my hand at the bottom of the table,

And took the gum and used it as glue,

I remember the day when I couldn't see the board,

So the teacher put me in front of it nose to nose,

I couldn't turn around, I couldn't see,

I couldn't help feeling embarrassed of the people laughing at me,

I remember the day when I couldn't take it any longer,

My sight was definitely not getting stronger,

So I told my parents and they took me for a test,

And I'm sorry to say my results were not the best.

But I will always remember the day when I got my glasses,

I left my old sight, and got a new one,

Individual leaves!

I can read signs!

Mum! Look how many freckles I have!

That would always be my most treasured moment.