In the realm of sight, a delicate dance,
Where the macula's grace, in every glance.
But age may weave its subtle thread,
A tale of vision's gentle ebb.
A story of retinas, old and worn,
In twilight years, our eyes are torn.
To the macula's heart, they do aspire,
In the aging eye, a slow, fierce fire.
Dry AMD, the common foe,
Drusen's yellow hue begins to show.
Cells of light in quiet decay,
As central vision fades away.
And in the realm of neovascular might,
Wet AMD, a tempest's blight.
Abnormal vessels, a web they weave,
To steal the sight we hold and cleave.
The causes shrouded, not quite clear,
Genes, smoking, age, drawing near.
In the labyrinth of genetic code,
Macular destiny quietly unfolds.
No cure to heal, but hope's not lost,
For science strives at every cost.
Anti-VEGF, a warrior's lance,
To slow the dance, to give a chance.
For dry AMD, a different fight,
Lifestyle, supplements, with all our might.
To shield the macula, stand guard with care,
And keep its grace, a vision rare.
In the world of eyes, a vigilant quest,
Regular exams, a vital bequest.
For macular degeneration's art,
Is managed best from the very start.
