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
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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