Senseless - Poem by Bernard Franklin
If you could only keep one of your senses,
which one would you choose? ,
of all your wondrous senses,
which ones could you stand to lose? .
To lose your eyesight would be tragic,
not to see your children grow,
not to see the faces of your family,
would be a heavy mental blow,
To lose your hearing would be awful,
to suffer silence every day,
to see people talking all around you,
but never hear a word they say.
To forever lose your sense of smell,
never to inhale the aroma's of the Earth,
to never smell a springtime meadow,
I’m sure would show this senses worth.
It you totally lost your sense of taste,
all your food would be the same,
if everything tasted just like cardboard,
would that not be a crying shame?
If you ever lost your sense of touch,
and had no feelings in your nerves,
never knowing how soft a baby is,
or being able to feel your partners curves.
But what about you’re sixth sense!
that special form of ESP,
I’m sure you use it daily,
without it, I don’t know where I’d be.
It’s a combination of all our senses,
the one I just don’t want to lose,
because it’s given me a lifetime,
of perceptive sensory views.
I’d rather lose my sense of sight,
my hearing, taste and touch,
because to lose the sense that guides me,
for me to bear, would be too much.
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