I am sitting in the window seat
Peering out at the garden,
My eyes are not as clear
As once they were,
Cataracts smear my vision
Making everything a soft-focus blur
Like the selfies I used to take
When I was young.
You wouldn’t believe it now,
Not these days,
But, back then, social media was all the rage,
I remember the hours I used to spend
Scrolling through looking at posts, threads, streaks and tweets
And all the time, how could I know
That I was ruining my eyes for the real world,
For the world outside the window?
A prose poem exploring what it might be like for younger people when they are old. One of the poems I have written for the ‘Changes’ theme in our local Poetry Day competition.