Why is my left eye blurred? If only it
Was as clear as my right, my sight would be
Just as the surgeon promised - near perfect
I’m hoping it’s still recovering. The
Op isn’t one I’d like to repeat. Free
Today - off sick - but I am pondering -
Could I cope, driving the M53?
There’s a gig at the Moreton Arms, reading
Poetry, not music. Risky, straining
My eyes to drive and to read. I promised
A friend I’d make it up there; worried he
Would feel let down if I don’t. So, planning
To call on my Mum first, then to visit
The Moreton Arms - an evening’s poetry
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