A Poet Cursed
It’s an enduring strain,
and a constant fight,
to remain focussed,
when failing sight,
defeats my writing
of poetic lines!
Frustration oft rules,
when I see few signs,
of what I’ve written,
for all is blurred.
Then angst prevails,
with curses heard,
as I look in vain
to seek them out!
That frustration rules,
there is no doubt!
Even though I’m inspired -
my muse serves me well,
when I wish to write,
that’s when age does tell,
and imposes restraints
which I cannot ignore,
surely a slew of plaints ensues,
(of them I’ve a score),
but I’m determined to write
with skills once taught,
or my poetic yen,
would come to naught!
Though advancing years,
impose this restriction
upon my poetic skill,
I, despite my affliction.
remain determined
to follow the pleasure
of writing poetry.
This gift I treasure,
is a firmly held conviction
that writing verse,
is truly a talent to enjoy.
A handicap is a curse,
but I’ll not capitulate!
Should I let impairment win,
and take the easy road,
it would be a sin,
so despite all, I’ll persevere.
Although I must confess,
deteriorating vision,
does add further stress
when using my computer.
Nonetheless writing poetry
offers so many rewards,
it’s the perfect tool for me.
But how, ask I,
do I overcome this curse,
when I have need to compose,
and write my rhyming verse?
To deny me my small talent:
which I appreciate,
is not what I would choose,
nor an option I’ll debate!
Of all life’s treasures,
nothing compares with sight.
Though mine begins to fade,
and is no longer bright,
I will persevere
in writing poetry,
in hopes that I, like Milton,
can overcome this adversity.
Rhymer. December 28th, 2017.
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