When I look, I see – for if I cannot, my life would be one of darkness.
But I can, and the path that I follow always leads me to a brighter place.
When I hear, I listen – for if I cannot, the rhythm of life will not be heard.
But I do, and the sounds of early morning songbirds makes me feel good.
When I touch, I feel – for if I cannot, everything would be as cold as ice.
As I do, I sense the warmth of everything good around me.
When I breathe, I smell – for if I cannot, the air would be poorer for it.
But l can, and this makes my life all the more richer.
When I eat, I taste – for if I cannot, nothing but blandness hones my buds
As I do, so my waist grows larger for what I have pleasantly savoured
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