Lamento del Post-Op (Twenty-Twenty and Still Unhappy)

Ay...
Day one post-op...
Ay...

She came to me at twenty-sixty, she could not pass her driving test
She could not read the street signs, she could not see her grandson's dress
The surgeon worked his magic, ten minutes and a brand new lens
Now she sees twenty-twenty... and the suffering begins

Ay, ay, ay, the post-op lament
Four lines better than she needs, and still she's not content
I see the chart, I see the smile... it never comes, my friend
Twenty-twenty, and the complaining never ends

"Doctor, there's a flash on the left, a shadow on the right
A little ring around the lamps when I am driving late at night"
"It's itchy, and it's scratchy, something's in my eye, I swear"
Señora, there is nothing, I have looked, there's nothing there

Ay, ay, ay, the post-op lament
Four lines better than she needs, and still she's not content
I see the chart, I see the smile... it never comes, my friend
Twenty-twenty, and the complaining never ends

"The light is much too bright now, everything is far too blue"
Señora, those are real colors, that is what the world looks like to you
"But I liked it how it was before, all yellow, soft, and warm"
You liked it through a cataract, like living in a storm

"I looked into the mirror and I saw wrinkles on my face
I never had those wrinkles, take me back to the old place"
Señora, they were always there, the lens just let you see
And she looked at me so sadly, like the wrinkles came from me

She cannot find her drop bottles, the white cap or the tan
She squeezes on her forehead, she squeezes on her hand
"Which drop is four times daily?" It is written on the sheet
"I lost the sheet," she tells me, as she shuffles out her feet

Ay, ay, ay, the post-op lament
She'll be back next week, with a list of what she meant
And the other eye is next month... Dios, give me strength
Twenty-twenty, and the complaining never ends

See you tomorrow, Señora.
Yes... bring the list.
Ole.