The Blind Man
don't you see the
blind man sitting
on the side.
you pass him everyday
some don't notice him
some just look up and
down at him.
but when a pound is
put in his hand
he gives a smile
truly this man can see
his heart is full of
love and joy
because he knows
he is free and
counts everything
as a blessing.
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