The Blind Man From Mid-West Town

A blind man hailed from mid-west town A mild but lonley clown In search of love and happy times A life so filled with rhymes His friends would tease and call him blind But still he would'nt mind They say deep down he is truely kind And deserves a worthy find So he set off-shore "the fairy tales" With gusto that never fails He sailed accross the bitter niles And the shores of lonely miles He went on-ward with head ahead With little or no bread In hope of making mends amend With glimmer of uncertain end An abrupt stop suprised he made Cos he saw what none could see A vista view of a pretty maid Behold!...a magic tree With leafs cut out in golden sheets And sterms stretched out in fleets Upon each nod a diamond ring Of roses and lilies bling "Oh! heavens i must be dreaming here" So he said with uneasy stare He tried to place in harmony That life is such an irony For years he prayed his sight would be But the world was blind but he