Senses Poem by Richard Dorrough

Is it better to see
What you cannot touch
To want and desire
To yearn so much

To spend your time
So foolishly
Awash in the race
For life's vanities

Or perhaps to touch
What we cannot see
To sense and feel
So tenderly

To share with your hands
A gentle caress
A silken chemise
A butterflies breath

To smell the color
Of a forest green
To hear the calm
Of a wandering stream

There will always be those
Who will not see
With minds so clouded
By contrived indignities

Sometimes I fear
My sight will be wasted
And I too will forget
Life is meant to be tasted