Who can't see, HEAR SMELL TOUCH TASTE.
Drop one out and the other FOUR...
or maybe ONE of the other four.
In the golden days before the T.A.B.,
at the racetrack,
where the absence of smell
such a loss would be,
that ONE, SIGHT may be,
though for the gambler,
HEARING probably.
If it hadn't already been taken,
'heart' could well be standing
beside the monosyllabic senses
instead of 'hearing';
still, if 'seeing' could become 'sight'
'hearing' could be 'hight'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting take on the senses. I've heard that blind people hear better than most, and that deaf people see more clearly. So why am I losing all of my senses at the same time? The answer must be AGE.