My Father's Blind Son

by Ron Graham

In pecking order I was two,
My sister three, my brother was one,
Now at thirty two here I sit,
My father's blind son

I was not always this way,
I just recently lost my sight,
In a west Texas cotton field,
On a regretful Saturday night

I usually don't take chances,
when I know what the risks are,
I shouldn't have been driving,
So fast in that car

The doctors say it's permanent
That there is nothing they can do
I will have to learn to live with this
I will do my best to make it through

How I wish I could change things,
To go back and do things right,
And slow down around cotton field curve,
On that October Saturday night

My world is now so lonely,
Totally lacking of light,
But I could have never seen this,
Even with the best of sight,

I have life to be thankful for,
It could have been over and done ,
So I am glad to be sitting here,
My father's blind son.

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