Wanting to check out my eyes
I found to my annoyed surprise
Nowhere noted down at all
The ophthalmologist to call:
The one who once before had checked
My vision – I could recollect
In Chania just which road it was;
An easy job, I thought, because
There’ll be just one and I can ask.
It proved to be a tougher task
To track down where in fact I’d been
The specialist that I had seen.
I now know that a street exists
That’s full of ophthalmologists.
Each time you feel so stupid while
You ask if somewhere you’re on file;
If you’re their patient. Patient tοo
They prove to be when handling you.
But every time, no, there’s no trace
And I don’t recognise their face.
A bit downhearted, I arrive
At doctor option number five:
Another set of stairs to climb
To ask the question one more time.
But now I think I’ve seen the place
And yes! I’m in their database!
I know how weird the word will sound
But I’m so glad that I’ve been found.
