Seashell in The Sand

One Sense Less

As I sit in my room

A foot from the television set

I think about when I was a groom

And I bet, I thought I had nothing to lose.

For I was born with one sense less

Than anybody else around.

But my wife thought we were blessed

That we still had our feet on the ground.

I never got to hear my son talk

Or listen to my granddaughter sing.

Now I can barely see a flying hawk

Or simply hear a telephone ring.

For I was born with one sense less

Than anybody else around.

With more stress

To try to keep me on the ground.

So I sit here in my room,

Hearing nothing,

Thinking about my life.

For I was born with one sense less,

I am deaf.

RIP grandpa <3