if i were blind
if i were blind
born without sight
i would grow old
knowing his smell
was different from hers,
personalities through barks
or bites, and lips-skinny
or thick-by the touch
of finger tips, or a day’s
toils and labors, tastes
blindness savors.
if i were born blind
i would know ugly
as a trait opposite
beauty and kind,
but if i became blind
today, i would be lost,
unable to find my way.
a life without colors
or even shades of gray
would be agony.
the pleasures of sight
make my world divine
as long as i remember
to close my eyes and see
I must live humanely.
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