THROUGH MY EYES
Imagine for a momentthat you are blind like me,
surround yourself with darkness,
nevermore to see.
Now look into the blackness
and think of things you've missed,
things you took for granted,
they make a long sad list.
You cannot see a summer rain
or stars that light the sky,
the lifting of the morning fog,
or watch a robin fly.
You cannot watch the sunrise
or see the light it brings,
you cannot watch the clouds float by,
as if they all had wings.
You cannot glimpse the redwoods
standing proud against the sun,
you cannot see the snow capped peaks,
or rivers as they run.
You'll never see the sunset,
or waves along the shore,
or spy a country meadow,
with sparkling dew so pure.
You'll never gaze with wonder
at the clear blue skies above,
perhaps you'll even miss the face
of someone that you love.
If you've enjoyed this game my friend,
I bid you fond farewell,
you'll go your way in brightness,
me, in my living hell.
As I rise,with cane in hand,
and face pity as it stares,
I feel much more through my eyes
than most men SEE through theirs'.
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