When you’re sight impaired like me,
Light and dark are hard to see.
 But in this world, a guiding spark—
A leading light to cut the dark. They come in many shapes and size,
Golden coats, or deep brown eyes.
 A shepherd’s grace, a Labrador’s might,
A guide dog glowing, strong and bright. To me, they are my eyes, my ears,
A bridge beyond my deepest fears.
 But to the world? A pet, a game,
A cruel excuse to cast their shame. Yet they are freedom, step by step,
A steady path where doubts have crept.
 Not a status, not for show,
A guiding light to help me go. But time moves on, the years slip by,
And every…