WORKING BLIND.
With rhymes, I very often find
that when a concept comes to mind
it is because they affect me
in some small way quite personally.
Today I had a small eye op,
which made the sight in one eye stop
and as my glasses would not fit
I only saw through a small slit.
So there I was, more than half blind
wondering how I would find
a way to manage my stoma
with the output and aroma.
Because I irrigate each day
I tend to have a vast array
of equipment to sort through
and lots of sight-full things to do.
I have just finished with this task
and so this rhyme’s for those who ask
how I managed to get by
with my eyesight gone awry.
The answer is, it was not good
as I suspected that it would
not be easy without sight
to get the irrigation right.
With experience and precedence
I felt I had self-confidence
to do this task whilst blindfolded
but that’s not how it unfolded.
What I can now quite safely say
is I empathise with those who may
have lost their sight but still have got
to manage stomas and that grot.
I’ve learned that things can be much worse,
which is the moral of this verse.
B.Withers 2024