I am blind or can barely see, but please don`t pity me,
I`ve arrived at last, I`m a V I P.
In thi s age of being politicaly correct,
A visualy impaired person, to be direct.
The denial and grieving now are past,
I can now accept my lot at last,
I no longer cry " Woe is me,
Why should this disaster visit me".
Life doesn`t finish with the loss of sight
And many aids help to ease my plight,
The scent of roses I can still enjoy,
And with different tasks my hands employ.
There`s help at hand we need only ask
For aid , from those who understand the task,
And can provide the special care we need
With compassion and even love indeed.
Life goes on as it surely must, from day to day
We still have those around who love us in every way,
Life is precious ,so we keep pressing on
And count our daily progress as battles won..
What an encouraging poem! I agree with Robert, insight does matter. How wonderful if you can see with your mind's eye! Visualization and imagination are awesome gifts! Especially for a writer/poet! Bravo, John!
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