Mistaken Identity

Mistaken Identity

A Poem by matelotrod

                      Mistaken Identity

My eyesight has been failing quite rapidly

I can never be sure of the things that I see

I squint with my left eye then with my right

Much worse in the daylight than it is at night.

 

I tend to self- inflict a whole heap of stress

If I cannot read a word I just take a guess

This causes confusion for those I hold dear

I refer to a menu where the words were not clear

 

I ordered mussels and was served with muesli

My steak arrived as grilled bacon quite streaky

My favourite sweet, apple crumble with custard

Ended up on my plate all coated with mustard.

 

I have made an appointment to see my optician

I’m at the end of my tether being in this position

Please restore my eyesight to give me a chance

Of ordering from a menu with only one glance.

 

Rod Broomham.  ©

© 2017 matelotrod


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Added on November 22, 2017
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matelotrod
matelotrod

Norwich, Norfolk, United Kingdom



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Ex Royal navy and Merchant Navy now retired and pushing eighty. Prefer humour in my poetry but maybe it's only me that finds it funny! more..

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