These eyes have never seen <br />The rising of the sun <br />Or watched the children playing <br />In the streets and having fun <br /> <br />They''ve never seen the colors <br />Of the forest in the fall or <br />Glanced upon their Nations'Flag <br />As it flies so proud and tall <br /> <br />These eyes have never seen <br />The smile upon a face <br />And never saw except by touch <br />The patterns of lace <br /> <br />These eyes have never gazed <br />Upon a lined and aged face <br />Or saw the wisdom in those eyes <br />Or saw such age old grace <br /> <br />These eyes have seen only darkness <br />Since the time of birth <br />And never saw the wonders <br />Of this, our mother earth <br /> <br />But all is not gloomy <br />Said the Blind Persons'lips <br />For I have the sense of touch <br />Within my finger tips <br /> <br />I can touch a flower <br />Or a baby's face <br />And my mind will form an image <br />That my heart can then embrace <br /> <br />So while I live in darkness <br />I''m not completely blind <br />For my other senses send me <br />A picture for my mind <br /> <br />I have the sense of smell <br />Of hearing and of touch <br />And using all these senses <br />I can see so much <br /> <br />I can smell the flowers <br />And feel the heated ground <br />And hear all the noise's <br />That all of us surround <br /> <br />From all of my senses <br />A picture I can form <br />And place it in my mind <br />Like person's sighted born <br /> <br />And most things I see more clearly <br />Then you who now can see <br />For I don't have the distractions <br />To keep their forms from me <br /> <br />So while I live in darkness <br />No light can I see <br />I still have the pictures <br />My other senses give to me<br /><br />Walter Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-blind-2/
