By Bud Lemire
It could be a ringing of a bell, that comes to your ear
Water against the shore, the cry of the seagull in the sky
Birds singing in the trees, that are hidden from your eye
The music, how I loved the music I use to listen to
I played them day and night, they always helped me through
They play in my mind now, but it's not the same
I forget some I use to listen to, even forgot their name
Little sounds that so many take for granted, mean a lot
I was sure I'd be listening to them forever, or so I thought
Your voice, Oh God, I wish I could hear it once more
Or even my own footsteps, walking across the floor
If the smoke alarm goes off, I won't hear it go
Unless it lights up, It will be the only way I will know
For us who are totally deaf, we need light to replace sound
So in case of an emergency, we can make it to safer ground
For us with better vision, we can always see
Not all of us can see clearly, that's how it is with me
In memories, I hold the sounds so very dear
Because every sound has meaning, every sound you hear
©Jul 27, 2023 Bud Lemire
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