I wish that I was dumb and could not speak
For then I’d waste no time on useless speech
Be tempted not to gossip or to screech beliefs
Just to impress
I wish that I was blind and could not see
The turmoil and the stress of this poor world
The beauties seen, the smell and feel of life
Would comfort me
I wish that I was lame and could not walk
The other senses gone but one…
The power to see
My lust for movement would grow weak
My power of observation strong
I wish that I was dead and could not be
For dying, I would come alive
and
Very much alive I want to be
WRITTEN 1970
