A  Tribute to Eye Donation

 

[For Your Eyes Only]

 The value of sight, oft said is truly known

 When vision fades, and light has flown.

 An age-old truth, till now  shining bright,

 We yearn it most, what’s lost from sight

       

The cornea, strong and crystal clear,

Does most of the work, year after year,

No blood flows through its glassy dome,

Clarity makes it proudly roam in frame

         

Cornea  bears the brunt of every blow,

And scars can steal its vibrant glow.

A lifeless cornea truly leads the way

To gift another person the light of day.

 

Eye, the  first organ ever shared,

In transplant tales, it boldly dared,

Cornea serves beyond our breath,

A legacy that still conquers death.

 

Yet many of us miss this sacred grace,

Till darkness veils our inner space.

Let every eye, though closed in sleep,

Awaken sight where shadows creep.