Oh Yes I Can See
To detect a nuance of a sound,
of a voice, quickly learnt if blind,
the nuance of facial expression
aid the sighted, eyes, silent voices,
yet for all that can see,
there are those who are blind,
metamorphically, blinkered,
a true tale; I'm in a queue,
at my fathers and mothers side, to kill time,
I am noting all the flora and fauna,
in my mind, a lengthy list,
a nudge from my dad,
were moving forward,
boy am I glad, dad asks
what was I up to, he had noted
me looking all around,
I pointed out all the static
wildlife that did abound,
on and in the sidewalk nooks
and crannies, walls, tiny holes,
niches, roof gutters,
all manner of flora found,
"Son", he said, "I walk around blind",
"Dad", I said, "Your not alone,
ask mum what she's seen
since being in this queue",
he did, her reply, "Nothing, but
I am sick of waiting", dad looked
at me and said, "Michael, my son,
you've opened my eyes", my reply,
"No dad, your eyes can see,
I've just removed your
metamorphic blinkers, sadly",
I continued, "ninety-nine percent
of the world population is just
like thee", the queue moved
and we are all in, the Christening begins,
the registrar swats a fly, a human nuance,
the lack of toleration, oh yes I can see.
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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