The Tall Man
The tall man cannot see,
He has lost his sense of smell
He is my best friend
Who's life could be a life of hell
He is seldom miserable
And doesn't complain about his fate
He is a man of compassion
Who's heart has no space for hate
He walks tall and proud
And does not need a crutch
He possesses a vivid imagination
And a very tender touch
He is never bitter
Or bemoans his lot
He gets pleasure from living
Content with the life he has got
Sadly, he was born this way
So does not know any other
His affliction will never go away.
But he is more intelligent than his brother.
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