A quote from a poet, I’m sure you won’t mind, as the words fall like raindrops like water they find, an edge of a sentence, a verb or a verse, (not sure what to write here, I’ll think a bit first! ) As letters appear on my screen through this haze, (I really should wear contact lenses these days.), I can’t focus clearly on words that I write, I can’t see the buttons (or try as I might) but looking around at all life milling on, I know there’s a chance that my sight won’t last long.
So into the lens shop, my date with a guy. He’ll prod and he’ll poke and he’ll look into why, my sight is as bad as a mole through the day, (oh yes he’s a Dr, my date isn’t gay). Again I sit waiting, with eyesight seen through a girl makes appointments for ‘Special’ folk too. The life story takes an astonishing turn, as outside the sun causes white backs to burn.
Now days have gone by and my vision is clear, “you wear them too long” from the Doc do I hear. I’m old and I’m bold and I’ll do as I please, so keep them both in and my vision will ease. The sun shines it’s might and the warm winds blow through, a ride on my bike in this weather will do. I pull on my helmet and close down the lid! Now where are my glasses, Im the ‘Milky Bar Kid’