BLIND
As I close my eyes I find,
How it must be to be blind,
For as I walk around the room,
There's nothing there but darkened gloom.
As I try to understand,
I've fallen down upon the ground,
My head I hit beside the chair,
The pain I felt was hard to bare.
For then I saw that life for me,
With all it's light all I see,
Was taken each and every day,
For granted in each and every way.
My sight deterring glasses need,
No longer will I self deceive,
Each day I wake my sight in tact,
I'll praise the lord he gave me that.
For one day I may wake and find,
That I am in the ranks of blind,
But till that day my sight I'll treasure,
Indulging in the seeing pleasure.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2004
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