Nicholas Wayde Turner
One eye is all I have.
One I is all I need.
One eye is normal to me.
I try to be everything I can be.
Sometimes I forget that it’s only one.
And I try to have a little fun.
No one knows about my one eye.
Not even those that try.
Some think it’s scary when I drive.
But I just keep moving forward and thrive.
It’s never gotten to me until today.
Now I just sit back and pray.
Today I don’t have my one eye.
Because of a silly little stye.
In six hours, it’ll only be a memory.
And I take that very seriously.
I can’t wait to get back to my normal life.
Looking at my beautiful wife.
She is everything to me.
And for now she helps me see.
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