THEY SAY I'M DEAF.

They say I’m deaf,
These folks who call me friend.
They do not comprehend.

They say I’m deaf,
And look on me as queer,
Because I cannot hear.

They say I’m deaf,
I, who hear all day
My throbbing heart at play,
The song the sunset sings,
The joy of pretty things,
The smiles that greet my eye,
Two lovers passing by,
A brook, a tree, a bird;
Who says I have not heard?
Aye, tho’ it must seem odd,
At night I oft hear God.
So many kinds I get,
Of happy songs, and yet

They say I’m deaf!

~ Saul N. Kessler