You are all welcome to edit the last two lines for they don’t really rhyme. However, I do love the idea of this poem. You can’t see much until you have incentive.
Older eyes and the print is tougher to read.
The perils of getting old, I must concede.
Now those books with the larger print.
To you, are now worth a tidy mint.
A longer arm helps you see it all.
When you can’t read it, just stall.
There are no decent replies.
So you just close your eyes.
Suddenly all is all right because…………..
A curvy beauty just brings all into focus.