The Five Senses
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I have eyes that cannot see
The beautiful world around me
The kaleidoscope which life wears
To display happiness and conceal tears.
I have ears that cannot hear
The music of life everywhere
The notes of the piano, the song of the bird
The cacophony that becomes awfully weird.
I have a nose that cannot smell
The fragrance of love in the heart dwell
It blossoms like a rose for a while
And soon withers away in exile
I have a tongue that cannot taste
The fruits of passion which go waste
All that’s left within is the seed
That sprouts despair and foments greed.
I have fingers that cannot touch
The dreams that I cherish so much
They create the sensation of bliss
Something is surely amiss.
The five senses are a gift
God has given to help us from going adrift
Alas! We fail to use them as we should
And treat them like deadwood.
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