Me As It Is

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

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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