Being mobile and alert
Always taken for granted
Lifeless limbs never a worry
Not to those mobile
Speech to the silent
A commodity never used
Hearing with the eyes
Deafness’s only avenue
Wondrous colours and shapes
Tasted and touched by the blind
With gratitude I ponder
Would I have the inner strength to survive?
Age may dim these senses
Ones I have used without thought
The realisation
I am, and have been, so blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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