Blind Facts

People speak of wondrous rainbows Many colors to behold I only wish that I could see them Color blindness, getting old Then they talk of fields of green Lovely shades, lovely hues I only wish that I could enjoy them As all of you, I really do The many vibrant colored spectrums Is always lost on the likes of me I can not make out all the colors I wish I could, but cannot see People ask me how I get dressed Matching trousers to the top Oh, all the times that I have heard this I wish the questions would just stop Growing up and drawing pictures Kids made fun of what I drew The grass was brown, the sky was purple What was a six year old, to do? Now I’m grown up, yet still happens People ask me all the time Driving through those red lights, hey there, Isn’t that a punishable crime? The crime, in fact, is not the seeing The many colors of the sun Differentiating between them all Is something I wish, but never done So if you see me wearing purple And my pants are brown or green Do not laugh, please understand Because your comments can be mean