The Song of a Blind Man
The blind man held his tin cup;
Bewildered was he as he felt
Slippery hands on his own
The cup getting heavy as he knelt.
A voice said “That’s the last of it.
All my pennies from 2001.
It’s now your very own property,
I want you to have some fun.”
The blind man’s eyes started flowing.
He didn’t want to take the child’s money,
He said “I can carve you a whistle,
Come tomorrow and we’ll play it, Sonny”.
Sonny came back on the morrow;
The blind man lived up to his word.
Together they played like snake charmers;
Soon by a producer were heard.
Their recordings are renown in the country,
But that’s not the important conclusion.
The blind man had a new son, and Sonny
Had a father to guide him through teen confusion.
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