I'm Not Disabled

With the loss of an eye

comes a deep and dark sorrow.

The self pity you feel

doesn't leave by the morrow.

Feeling sorry for self

really does you no good,

it's not like your life's over

your loss is misunderstood.

There's a time of adjustment

that seems far too long,

such as depth perception

you're always an inch wrong.

Peripheral vision

is removed from one side

you bump into many things

that you come up beside.

But those things you don't see

aren't the things now that matter.

It's the things that you do see

you should keep on your platter.

When you still have one eye

you can see to your needs

you need not be held back

this disability misleads.

It gives you the chance

to accept and reflect

just how good that you have it

that your life's not been wrecked.

You can walk and still talk

you can drive and play ball

you can still watch your grandchildren

as they grow strong and tall.

You see, your life is not over

and there's no need to cry

you're not really disabled

it's all been a lie.

So now I sit thankful

for this lesson I've learned

seeing all of life's beauty

found every way that I turn.