A Blind Man
A Blind man,
Smiling walking down the road
Made me wonder bout Happiness
He can't see the beauty in life,
yet he smiles for all to see
What a beautiful sight
The real blind man is me
For I do not see
Color is but an extra
An extra I do not want
The blind man needs no color
For love has no color
Not red nor yellow nor blue
Love is a feeling
Feelings the blind man can see
See in vain
Love in vain
The blind man needs but a touch
A touch that ignites love
Love will let him see
The blind man is not blind
Are you?
Copyright © Owen Van Der Schyf | Year Posted 2011
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