Nathan Pigott - A Poem

I fear i shall not see,
For my cataracts are blinding me.

I fear i shall not hear,
The water rolling down my cheek is a tear.

I fear i shall not smell,
For my nostrils will not tell.

I fear i shall not taste,
All that food is going to waste.

I fear i shall not feel,
For my nerves are on a par whith an eel's.

All this means,
Is that i will not concede,
And i cannot think,
So i will save the ink:

The cat sat on the mat.

Nathan Pigott

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