Watching The Blind Man Poem by Melanie Weeks

Blind man walking down the street,
His guide stick going side to side.

I wonder what he's thinking?
Be safe, Mr.Blind Man, There's stupid drivers
On this road.

Blind man trying to find his way home,
He may be lost.

But aren't we all trying to find our way?
It may be, that, in a sence, we are all blind.
Blind to the birds that sing,
Blind to the wind that whispers.
Blind to the very sun that lights our world.

We get so caught up in today's fast paced life,
We don't slow down to get our bearings.
Indead we are like a blind man trying to find our way
Except the blind man eventually finds his way home.
He's patient and cautious, bound to find his place.
While we're impatient and restless, we're lost in this systum of life.