Sense

I wish I could see where I went wrong
Look into my heart and mind
And recognise what I see there

I wish I could hear the rhythm of life

Hear my voice speak kindly of me

And listen to the music of the spheres

I wish I could wake up and smell the roses

Had the scents that I was born with

And inhale inspiration

I wish I could taste success

Savour the sweet and the sour

And relish my existence

I wish I could touch my inner self

Feel the way I used to

And caress life

This sense though shared by all

As a whole

Is not common

© Bill Healey 2002

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