When we are old

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.


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