Blind
By Langston Hughes

            
            I am blind.
            I cannot see.
            Color is no bar to me.
            I know neither
            Black nor white.
            I walk in night.
            Yet it seems I see mankind
            More tortured than the blind.
            Can it be that those who know
            Sight are often doomed to woe?
            Or is it that, seeing.
            They never see
            With the infinite eyes
            Of one like me?

Aged 
By Bret Knight
Inspired by Youth
 
            We take yesterday’s memories
            Hold it close to heart
            Like a picture.
 
            We take tomorrow day-by-day
            Not knowing if our flame will go out
            Like the sun setting in the sky.
 
            We take today, as it is our last
            And cherish every minute of it.
           
      
 
            Because... 

            We marched!

Deaf
By Bret Knight
Inspired by Blind   

            Sound is something in the past
            It has become tomorrow’s dream.
            In the present I cannot hear
            But it is no bar to me.
            I can see the vivid color.
            I can feel the softest touch.
            I can smell newly fresh paint
            And the taste of bitter beer.
            I’d like to hear my child scream
            So I know when to come help.
            To hear the excitement of one Super Bowl
            Would be glorious enough.
            But I need to make due with what I have
            And always spread some cheer.
            Because I know others have it worse than me
            So I thank God for everything and never fear.

Other poems written by Langston Hughes