im up the creek without a paddle
it has to be said
pandemic to the right
glaucoma to the left
so hold on tight
dont fall in the middle
what a fiddle
did i ever dream i would be here
oh dear!
Shropshire cows and all
i must not fall
i miss my home in Essex
thats where i aught to be
drinking tea
with me family!
but no, i sit here all alone,
cant see much, oft on the phone
cos thats what we have now
to keep in contact with a few
it could be better i have to say
at my age i thought it would be easy
instead of feeling queasy
from taking endless silly pills
rather than walking around all them hills
in Shropshire
Essex is very flat
and that is that
but that is where my home surely is
cos here i just feel in a tiz
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Author: rosyhaze
I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at https://rosypoems.com
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