OF THE SENSES

Some eyes grow dim with age
And so with what they perceive
Analyze carefully what you see
Deception lurks around with illusion

The nose is nuptial to smell
Polygamous in types and kinds
Nasal hairs filter, smell selected
Confused with taste at times

The tongue takes a lick with a tang
Between the bitter and the sweet
A taste measured by its worth
Safety sew up, in time of need

Without the ear, sound is nothing
It calls the creatures to balance
Believe not all you hear from men
Some people speak in opposites

Touch not, that which is extreme
Between the hot and the cold
Comfort zones lie in the middle
And such is the way with life

About This Poem

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