If I Become Blind
If I become blind
I should this mind,
For I can’t anymore my way find,
My watch correctly wind,
Nor the scattered bind …
I will have away pined
By the time I become blind,
As I won’t note the dishes I dined
Nor the Bacchus on which I wined;
How resources are undermined
And complainants their teeth grind …
Nor the number pick of my enemies behind.
If I should become blind,
I might cease to be kind.
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