I'M So Lucky Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Being mobile and alert
Always taken for granted

Lifeless limbs never a worry
Not to those mobile

Speech to the silent
A commodity never used

Hearing with the eyes
Deafness’s only avenue

Wondrous colours and shapes
Tasted and touched by the blind

With gratitude I ponder
Would I have the inner strength to survive?

Age may dim these senses
Ones I have used without thought

The realisation
I am, and have been, so blessed