Idiot me
Luke 6:39 New King James Version (NKJV)
39 And He spoke a parable to them: “Can the blind lead the blind? Will they not both fall into the ditch?
Idiot me
Here we came to America … my wife, me and ourselves
My eyes upon the opportunity with a desire to succeed
My wife’s eye on me as I ignored this part of self
Too blind to care or share relying only on self indeed
In my blindness I had no clue that she was sick of life
The first years of our being here she wanted to end it all
But then a miracle happened as a seed planted in my life
Developed although I could not conceive the moment of it all
A baby boy named Erwin came into this world
And gave my wife a purpose to keep hanging on
I stayed blind it seems as hope in my wife unfurled
I wonder did I change or I stayed the same old bum
Jan Wienen
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