ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Rookie - 394 Points (01/01/1966 / BIRMINGHAM)

I Thought My Eyes Were Stinging - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

I thought my eyes were stinging
Till I saw a blind man pass,
I thought my legs were aching
Till I saw a cripple there,
I thought that I had nothing
Then a beggar on the street,
Asked me for a penny
That I placed within his hand.

I thought my clothes were tatty
Till I saw a lowly tramp,
Who sheltered from the bitter cold
In nothing more than rags,
I thought that I was hungry
Till I saw him feed upon,
The bread thrown for the pigeons
In the dirty market square.

I complained about the noises
Till I heard a deaf man say,
He longed to hear the songbirds
That did sing upon the bough,
I knew then I was lucky
And so many worse than I,
I thanked the Lord for what I had
Then went upon my way.


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  • (3/25/2009 5:09:00 AM)

    brillaint poem sir...great thughts written so artfully...10 (Report)Reply

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  • Sandra Martyres (3/23/2009 6:59:00 AM)

    A very thought provoking and poignant poem....well written 10+ (Report)Reply

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  • (3/21/2009 10:31:00 PM)

    Andrew! Beautifully written, poignant and touching to the heart.
    After reading this poem i thought, i'm really grateful for what i've got..
    Best wishes! ! *10plus*! !
    Friend Thad
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  • (3/16/2009 12:42:00 AM)

    Andrew This poem of awareness is not only skilfully written, but also brings awareness to others to really value what they do have. t is also a piece that can be easily remembered, and could be taught to children to give them important values for their future.... Karin Anderson (Report)Reply

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  • (3/15/2009 7:15:00 PM)

    This is glorious, Andrew. Beautifully delivered, with a profound message. It is certainly chastening to be reminded of those whose impoverished lives make our middle class comfortable ones look like royalty. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report)Reply

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  • Ramesh T A (3/14/2009 2:39:00 PM)

    Reality of the world is well reflected in your poem. Nice to read again a good piece of poem! (Report)Reply

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  • (3/13/2009 9:30:00 PM)

    You have empathy with those who are less fortunate than yourself.
    A lovely compassionate write.10, of course.

    Warm regards,

    Sandra
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  • (3/12/2009 11:17:00 AM)

    a little food for thought here.. So easy it is to overlook the simple pleasures one has.. the saying holds true.. you don't know what you got till it's gone.. A gem of a write Andrew!

    Wendy
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  • (3/11/2009 6:24:00 PM)

    Another poem written by a caring heart, we all take for granted what we have, brilliant write Andy, you make the world brighter,
    10
    Lynda xx
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  • (3/11/2009 5:29:00 PM)

    Nice work mate. We must remember what we have and not what we want.

    George
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, July 17, 2009


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