Oh my! This is a poem I wrote for a class assignment in the seventh grade, eons and eons ago.
Reading it, I realize I really was an optimistic child. The handwriting’s a bit hard to decipher (check out those exclamation marksπ), so I’ve typed it below…
To Be Able to See
What a privilege it is,
To be able to see.
We take it for granted,
But don’t you agree?:
To be able to see all the world,
It’s stupendous!
Each little color!
I say, it’s tremendous!
Why don’t we all take advantage of thisβ¦
This wonderful gift we are bestowed with?
Just think of all who are unable to see,
And open your eyes!
Look at land & at sea!
Look at the world,
You won’t be here that long!
Look around & be happy,
Fill your heart with a song!
Be ecstatic!
Erratic!
Go crazy with gladness!
Open your eyes, give way to madness.
Look at flowers & trees
At the birds & the bees.
Fill your heart, fill your soul!
And look! Look some more & some more!
Until you are part of the wonderful world God made for us all.
Look & be happy!
Go ahead have a ball.
THAT is delightful!! πππ
Glad you enjoyed it, Dambara! π