I saw a blind man walking,
I know that he was blind,
He had a white stick, tapping.
Was he out of his mind?
At first, I wondered, maybe,
He really had some sight,
Because he stopped and turned his head,
Turning left, then right.
But then, he started tapping
And moving, stealthily away,
The ground, uneven beneath his feet,
And he began to stray.
I noticed, from within my car,
While waiting at the light,
He turned this way and that way
And my muscles became tight.
I watched him slowly maneuver through
An overgrown, abandoned street corner,
Bypassing a building and crumbling driveway,
Snow-covered clumps of grass, and more.
The poor fellow kept a-going,
I truly know not how,
He dodged trees and a signpost
With two, tall stakes in the ground. Wow!
My light turned green and I went on
And stopped at another red.
I truly hoped he’d make it
To wherever his journey led.
I drove onto the highway,
As tears began to fill my eyes,
Remembering the man who could not see
With his very own, two eyes.
When times get tough and painful
And sorrows come my way,
I hope I’ll remember the courage
Of the blind man I saw today.
Precious Linda, c. 2013
