Sometimes when I walk around Shrewsbury i think for one moment I am still in Southend on sea, Or Hockley where I was born, maybe similar path looks the same.. 
Different Paths the same
I walked along the road 
It is a different pa
But sometimes it feels just the same 
As paths I’ve walked before 
There are the trees
The cars
The houses 

The people passing by
It could be any road
But one I’ve already walked…
Deja vu 
Does it come to you
As you walk along your path 
The same things to do
The same things to say
But this path is different 
Come what may 
The bird flew over 
Many miles away
And there I saw it again
On my fence today! 
No matter where I be 
Whether in country 
Or in town
In my casual clothes
Or even a posh gown
Different roads
And different folks
But it all just feels the same 
Nothing is really different 
In this lifelong game 

Author: Rosy

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

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