Sensation
my auditory ins ain't been much good
since not much past my childhood
my visions clouded more each day
don't matter much in shades of grey
i thought i smelled a whiff of metaphor
yet my sense of scents went out the door
circulations chilled my touch to cool
and my tastebuds only make me drool
that weighty feeling of gravity
pulls senses toward the end of me
but still I want to take it in
all life's sensation of where I've been
the taste, the sight, the touch, the sound
they let me know I'm still around
© Goode Guy 2012-12-20
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