Five Sense Living

I shook my purse, dug deep in my pocket

One, two, three, four, five, sense.

Is that making any sense?

How can I live on five sense? Is that even possible?

I’ve done it all my life, but, thinking about it, five sense isn’t much.

 

I went shopping with my five sense,

I saw my favorite fruit

But I could only watch, five sense can’t buy squat.

Seeing is no fun when you can’t buy.

A five sense budget is, a crime!

 

The aroma tickles my nose, while passing the bakery mmmmm,

The sign said $10 a loaf,

I smell melting butter, I smell melting cheese

But my nose deceives me

Five sense can’t buy these!

 

I feel like a captive

Five sense living keeps me bound

Can’t get ahead in living,

Even with opportunities around

 

Is there another sense to acquire?

A sixth, without seeing death?

Currency, purchasing power, bargaining with confidence

I need a sixth sense

 

A seventh sense! An eighth sense!

A ninth sense! A tenth sense!

Getting me closer to a dollar, Got me some power!

More than my pocket can hold.

 

Can’t live on five sense

On my knees…I get my sixth sense

I stand tall, brave, bold…

 

Written by Stephen John

© 2018

Published S2J2 Publishings

 

 

 

 

 

 

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