The Gift Of Sight Poem by Gregory Huyette

Each time I close my eyes I realize
My world has disappeared;
No sun, no flowers or smiles, just darkness,
The worst thing I could have feared.

With eyes wide open I understand
There is no precious gift more grand
Than my faculty of sight
To view my world of wrong and right.

In turn it is no doubt my obligation,
As I view my struggling nation,
To change the wrongs that I find
And convert those who see, but still are blind.