Jon, Them Thin Hands See

(For a blind man…) Sighted vision is a mystery. Whether sitting on the divan, Busily washing a dishpan, Or sitting outside getting a tan. Jon, them thin hands see. Whether using salt and not cayenne, I declare you amaze me, man. You work and live industriously. I remain your biggest fan. Jon, them thin hands see. Whether riding in a sedan Or walking on the street, You always greet the folks you meet. Friendship never does retreat. Independently living my dear friend. Jon, them thin hands see. © April 11, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Written for PS Member Congest: Anagrammatically Speaking Sponsored by: nikko palmario