White Cane

He walked down Goverment Road West With a white cane, in shaking hand Wearing Stevie wonder glasses People called him the pop bottle man With a white cane, in shaking hand At the time he seemed old to me People called him the pop bottle man Searching the alleys for his treasures At the time he seemed old to me Frail in a menacing sorta way Searching the alleys for his treasures Bottles he spotted a mile away Frail in a menacing sorta way Us kids all stayed away from him Bottles he spotted a mile away I wondered why he carried a white cane Us kids all stayed away from him Until that day I took a chance I wondered why he carried a white cane Curiosity got the best of me Until that day I took a chance That man had been a mystery Curiosity got the best of me When I asked him why he smiled at me That man had been a mystery A lonely guy wandering the street When I asked him why, he smiled at me I handed him my bottle, he said thanks A lonely guy wandering the street Wearing Stevie wonder glasses I handed him my bottle, he said thanks He walked down Goverment Road West I watch Pop Bottle Man Doing his blind man shuffle When he sees a bottle he moves towards it with ease Dancing with glee a spring in his step More fluid than a summer breeze He can see at twenty paces Eyesight crystal clear Through dark glasses I watch him peer Collecting his bottles In plastic bags The treasure that he holds so dear Pop Bottle Man His cane for protection Illusion is the game he plays What some see as crazy May not be the case If you take time to study his ways For Gautami's Sketch a Character Contest. I was inspired to write more after the Pantoum because of Drakes Comment. written by Richard Lamoureux on October 23, 2014.