Blind Poem by Josehf Murchison

My eyes are dim, I do not see.
How could this happen, to someone like me?
I'm not a bully, a thief or a cad.
Just a hard working man, like my grandfather and dad.

As children we played a silly game.
Called blind mans bluff, that was its name.
With our eyes covered, it's just not the same.
We remove the blindfold and we can see again.

Being blind is not like turning out the light.
The world is not dark as a moonless night.
Shades of gray without shape body or form.
To a blind man's sight, this is the norm.

Why did this happen, to someone like me?
Was it God's way to teach me pity?
My eyes are dim, I cannot see.
Why did this happen, happen to someone like me?


By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison