Ramblings of a demented mind

Imagery: A hard question

A Hard Question

To never see another smile

crease the corners of my loved ones eyes,

Nor see the innocence of new born family

As grandchildren will no doubt soon arrive.

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Never again to witness the first snowflake

as Jack Frost brings winter calling,

The first flowers of spring and rainbows,

The sunrise with a new day dawning.

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To forever be in darkness,

Denied the gift of light,

No longer doing the things I love

Through simple lack of sight.

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But it's not the end of the world

To be without the use of eyes,

For man invented braile and audiobooks,

Trained dogs to help with daily lives.

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Other senses will compensate

Hearing, touch, and smell.

So not everything would be at a loss

And in memories I could dwell.

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Hands to me are everything,

When I consider what they do.

Feed us, dress us, wash us,

Touch our children's faces too.

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They're a tool of artists visions,

Whether paper, canvas, or stone,

Without them dreams would crumble

And creations stay unknown.

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Without them that itch would go unscratched,

And who would shave my legs?

Rub tired eyes or aching limbs,

or pick boogers from my neb.

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You need hands for everyday living,

Such invaluable body parts,

Who the hell wants to be that hand

That cleans me when I shart?

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Inspired by a question for an interview with @ThomasBerryman "which would you rather lose, the use of your eyes or hands?"