Treasure Island

Alan Bruce Thompson


Seeing Blind


Officially blind means that my eyes cannot see,
For a blindman to see, I must use other parts of me.

The eyes of my ears see the sounds of the day,
The eyes of my nose see the fresh mown hay.

The eyes of my tongue see the taste of the fruit,
The eyes of my fingers see the feel of my suit.

When the lights go out, I’m the one that can see,
The blind leading the one-eyed is the history of history.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 13, 2013

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