I fear i shall not see, <br />For my cataracts are blinding me. <br /> <br />I fear i shall not hear, <br />The water rolling down my cheek is a tear. <br /> <br />I fear i shall not smell, <br />For my nostrils will not tell. <br /> <br />I fear i shall not taste, <br />All that food is going to waste. <br /> <br />I fear i shall not feel, <br />For my nerves are on a par whith an eel's. <br /> <br />All this means, <br />Is that i will not concede, <br />And i cannot think, <br />So i will save the ink: <br /> <br />The cat sat on the mat.<br /><br />Nathan Pigott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem/
