Sylvia Chidi

Rookie - 55 Points (Germany)

The Blind Man And His Dog - Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Excuse me, excuse me
Make way, he heard a voice say

The blind man and his dog
walked along his way
His one and only companion
for friends he had none

The blind man spoke
When I think about life
I like to slice it with a knife

We hold on to it tight
for this thing called life, right!

We battle and fight
for this thing called life, right!

behold I'm a man without sight
deprived of the colour of daylight
I have no anger, I have no right
As I live free of fright
Treasuring the fact I'm alive

I have no vision of black or white
Do not stress over my plight
I am the blind man with his dog
At night I sleep like a log
The earth is my rug
The air is my drug
with or without the nightly fog

I have a vision of beauty
of love and thruth
I have perfect immunity
of material wealth
I have appreciation
of good health

I am the blind man with his dog
I am thankful of all simple things
What joy they do bring!

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

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  • Rookie - 21 Points Mahfooz Ali (10/9/2006 8:50:00 AM)

    Very nice and touchy poem U ve written. really I loved it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2005



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