Title: All is lost
Ahhh!!!
Another day finds me,
Searching for scraps of food,
And I could smell the eggs and bacon from a mile away,
There’s that perfume again,
And that sweet voice of my once wife,
If only I had eyes to see her once more,
Would I admire at her beauty and her shy eyes looking at me.
I could remember her,
Before it happened on the year 1987, (Nuclear war between USA and the Soviet Union)
The nuclear that took my eyes and all I had,
And now all I see with is only with my ears, nose and heart.
All was lost in a second,
Didn’t have time to mourn my loss,
First my eyes, asserts and job for I can’t work without eyes.
Lastly my beloved Tracey for she couldn’t have a blind husband to look after.
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