Author: Scot Hase


I love the feel of the grass
and how a fire burns.
Thereís so much to earth.
Thereís so much to learn.
Is the sky really blue?
Is it actually there?
How should I know?
Should I even care?
People see colors
while I see black.
I live a life
where thereís no turning back.
No reason to try.
No reason to even cry.
Picture all beautiful colors
and say your final goodbye.
I canít watch an ocean sunset
or even watch t.v.
I canít tell the difference
between paper and money.
Some people tell me
Iím out of my mind.
Itís not my fault,
for I was born blind.


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Meridian ( -- Thursday, August 5 2004, 02:20 pm

This is a good poem

I'm sorry about your vision Scot.... I love your poem though, and how you express your heart into it... Great job! Smiles, Meri
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