Through The Eyes Of The Blind Poem by Frank Pulver

Can you picture the colors in your mind?
Here one that is bright red with a yellow center,
To many this something that they would over looks and never cares to find.
Only if they would just take the time to look then they see there is nothing prettier.
Just try to smell the smooth and pretty scent,
Can you see the golden butters as they fly around softly touching the flowers,
There is too much around to take the time to see what that flower would vent.
If they would slow down and try to see what is around them just even for an hour.

Can we take the time and see what the meaning of life is?
This is a question that we should each take the time to think about.
Because when we stop and think about this.
Then we can all realize that our minds are full of clout.
This is some that I hope we can take the time to see,
That we should try to see and smell from the eyes and the nose of a blind man,
If we could slow down enough in our lives then we can understand what this poem is trying to plea.
Try to enjoy the smaller things in our lives and try to see what it all means if we let it, then it always can.