Sight

you say put on your specs papa you don't see the screen you don't see the page don't seem to see anything these days come boy when you are my age you don't need to see the screen you don't need to see the page for they're by now all tilled filled spilled and you say to yourself son I don't need no spec for them now I can make remake after countless read countless write this mind tell me I need no sight for outside it's all empty and inside they deeply hide! son when you tell me I don't mind for surely the times would make you find with all planted within you wouldn't need to see the screen see the page when a father of my age!