up the creek without a paddle

I am up the stream without a paddle

My life now seems an awful muddle

To who to turn

For some solace

A helpful hand

And a kind face

The vision of life I have now is faded

And made my life somewhat jaded

I have a lot of fun still inside me

But I’m tired and weary lonely and quite teary

So help me please I need a hug

I’m all alone

As I sit on this rug

I miss the sea

And my home town

And I try to smile

Like some silly clown

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 https://rosypoems.com

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