The Blind Man
He saw no one
But knew all about them
By touch and by instinct
A mere handshake
Or kiss on a cheek
Revealed many secrets
That only he could see
The tone of a voice
Along with touch
And smell
Told him more
He saw what others missed
A conveyer of wisdom
To those who would listen
But most
Just saw the blind man
With his cane
And walked a wide distance
Around him
Missing their chance to talk
To receive platitudes
Of wisdom
Of life
Of words
To them he was just
The blind man
With no soul
To talk at.
@Karen Glen
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