as i looked out my window today
i realized the weekend is here
its saturday

exited i jumped of the bed
and went out to see
the rose bushes red

i saw the care free birds chirp
the tree was beautiful
on which they perched

the sun was bright
but i couldn't look at it right?
as i didn't want to loose my sight

then the gardener nearby said being kind 
some get a choice 
some are born blind

those lines have now been engraved in my mind
and now i finally
appreciate the light

they face hardships every day
they battle with the dark
at night and day

they don't get to feel the joy
of looking at this beautiful
filled with girls and boys

i wrote this poem to make you aware
there are many people with harder problems
and like you don't make faces or glare

my weekend just got a whole lot brighter
for i have eyes to see
enjoying these pleasures the way it should be.