I’m sitting here with Katy cat on my lap
I’ve made a big mishap
Of it all
I think
A great big stink
The glaucoma in my my eyes
Is my demise
I can barely see
It’s just misty
And no one wants a blind person
Whose eyes atrophy
Well not my family
Anyway ….
Life is a game
It’s not the same
Survival of the fittest
If you don’t fit the bill
Nor have the will
Then you are left alone
And if you moan and groan
It’s no good
I feel unwell
But no one can tell
They shout and holler
At me
Whilst I’m finding it hard
To get by
On my own
The fog is bigger
And I’m struggling
But it’s a game of survival of the fittest
Unless I drop to the floor
They can’t see me no more
It’s what it is
No one can believe I am in a struggle
And muddle
Til I drop to the floor
And am of this earth no more
Amen
Rosy’s Ramblings 