His eyes cannot see
Yet, he see’s so clearly
He can smell the summer flowers
He can feel the a summer shower
He hears things he cannot see
Sometimes he see’s better then me
He knows when the sun is high in the sky
He hears the birds as they fly by
He listens to footsteps as they get near
Soon that persons name you’ll hear
He knows who it is before they arrive
He does it all not using his eyes
Mt friend he cannot see
But at times, he see’s better then me
8-31-05/RJH
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