How I Picture Being Blind

Inspired by some of my blind correspondents

I lately close my eyes a lot.
Sure makes things hard to find.
I try to get a slight idea,
what life’s like being blind.

I note my others senses
have to work a little harder.
I have to trust my memory more
and think a little smarter.

My heart goes out to all those blind.
Who lack the gift of seeing.
It must be so darn difficult.
In darkness, always being.

I’d like to, truly, praise you,
those of you who take bold chances.
Who keep your cheerful attitude,
despite those circumstances.

You’ve got more guts than I have got.
This fact I’ve often shared.
Without my eyes, I really think,
that I would live life scared.

It’s hard for me imagining,
how people look to you.
Can you distinguish red from green
or black from white or blue?

I bet sweet flower fragrance,
like a freshly blossomed rose,
Says more and has more meaning
when you smell it with your nose.

My guess that savory dishes,
when appropriately flavored.
Would come to life inside your mouth,
and be so much more savored.

I’ll bet your touch is gentle,
reading deep each soft caress.
I’ll bet you are more sensitive,
to people’s gentleness.

I’ll bet your hearts are warmer,
if you haven’t turned them cold.
What are your thoughts on aging?
Being young and growing old?

What raises your testosterone?
From where derive your thrills?
Do blind folks get addicted,
drinking booze or taking pills?

I’ll bet your friends are truer.
I would think that they would be.
You’re prob’ly truer friends yourself.
I’ll bet that most agree!

I need to close them for a week,
so I can surely find.
What life would be like, truly,
If I had to spend it blind.