Shorter sight

by justbekozlowski

My sight was short,
But now it’s worse,
As my glasses ran off,
In a mystery hearse,
I had them on,
And then I didn’t,
I fell off my horse,
Called Luck that I’d ridden.
We rode in contests,
We won many a race,
But now I can’t see
Very far from my face.
I don’t think I’ll be riding,
Dear Luck any more,
As I can’t see the race,
And I walked into the door.