It might be that I can’t see
And I lost a big part of me
The sirens of despondency might call

It’s true I trip on rugs and chairs
Walk into walls and fall downstairs
I like to think of those as pratfalls

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I’ll do the blind man boogie
I’ll do the blind man boogie, y’all
Gonna dance my way through another day
And that’s all

And if by chance I do collide
I’ll stitch up my wounded pride
I still trust my faithful guide, my dog

There are things where I don’t care
How people look or what they wear
I’ll see folks by what they say and do

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Some folks shy away from me
They fear disability
I think that I can understand

Sooner or later they will discern
That everybody takes their turn
The older you get, the more you lose

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©2022 Craig Hansen