An older man tries to bring back his youth if just for an evening.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. -Albert Einstein.

Let us see how this goes…

Winter senses.

I will share your touch with no one.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

Iin this poem I have tried to bring out how lonely the sufferers must be when their families and friends block them out from social interaction. It’s true that communication is difficult but it must be so lonely shut within your shell watching others live as though nothng has changed.

The Sunday lunch setting then reminded me how torturous it must be to have your senses stimulated by food and yet, because of swallowing difficulties, all you will be fed is a tasteless milk protein drink!

When the senses are affected for instance the ear there is sign language that can help. People who lost their senses should be assisted because they are part of our society. There are muscians who are blind and can play music.

Telepathy.

Short poem, about poetry!

When one tempts another, acceptance should then be shared.