Mistaken IdentityA Poem by matelotrodMistaken 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 Last Updated on November 22, 2017 AuthormatelotrodNorwich, Norfolk, United KingdomAboutEx 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..Writing
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