Words

And, just because my vision’s weak
And everything is blurred,
It doesn’t mean that I can’t speak
Or savour every word;

For words aren’t found in what is seen;
No “trees” make up the “wood”;
No “couple” “licked” the “platter” “clean”;
And nothing’s “understood”.

There was a time it made me sad
To think that words weren’t “real”,
And yet I find they aren’t so bad
At stating what I feel.

So, though my eyesight somewhat gone,
My love of words goes on and on.

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