Senses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about the senses

Submitted: April 08, 2016

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We all depend on senses
Whether we like it or not,
We all would be senseless,
To lose them on the spot.

The first sense is our sight,
There would be no light,
It would be dark as night,
If we lost our sight.

The second sense is smell,
Without it we could not tell,
Whether it smelled good,
Or whether it smelled like wood.

The third sense is hearing,
There would be no earrings,
How we would communicate,
I dont know how to punctuate.

The fourth sense is taste,
It might as well be paste,
There would be no flavor,
That we could eat and savor.

The fifth and final crutch,
Is something we all need,
For without the sense of touch,
We would not know that we bleed.

We would not be here without our senses,
Again, we would be senseless,
To lose our senses.


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