Perhaps

We all must have our problems 

And our battles that we fight, 

And some of us will triumph, 

While some won't even try. 

And of all the problems I could get, 

Most I will never face, 

And perhaps I should believe in God 

And thank Him for this fate. 

Now, there are days when I am woken 

From my sleep by shocks of pain 

And sometimes it just hits me 

One day I'll never see again. 

But sometimes I'm almost happy 

That the threat is in my life 

Because it makes me think 

And makes me see 

What beauty I can find. 

And so I took to taking pictures 

To steal slices of time, 

And file them and frame them, 

Make them forever mine. 

And maybe I'll get lucky, 

And my sight will be just fine 

And all my worried writings 

Will become just jokes of mine 

But if my vision fails me 

My memory can play 

The movies of the beauties 

That I can see today.