Reprieve

Bright seemed somewhat
far less so, for it was not
all that long ago
she could recall how
brilliant colours and details
appeared, particularly when
illuminated by that gigantic orb
above. Admittedly, she sighed,
the full spectrum of light
and colour had now escaped
her declining faculties
as age and decrepitude
had advanced her into
a state of dulled reception.
Imagine then how delighted
she was in the dilatory 
realization that she had neglected
to clean her eyeglasses
so that vision through them
was impaired; not at all her
swiftly deteriorating eyesight.
A bonus understanding she
grasped in gratitude.