Though money may be little,

and lavish things few,

I still have the little things.

 

I have glasses to see!

How dreary the world would be

could I not see!

 

Every beauty a blur.

Every detail a smudge to my

unbespectacled eye.

 

There are friends when the going gets tough,

and a quiet shoulder, though now far,

to lean upon.

 

And books! Oh, the wonders,

the lovliness of books!

Though I am not there, I am.

 

So I am content when I think.

Because I can travel,

I can see.