The blind man, out for his daily walk
comes upon a dirty, homeless woman begging
for money to get herself a warm breakfast
He searches in his pockets
He asks to take her hand and
into it slips a couple of dollars
While clasping her hand within his own
his mind envisions
a woman, who once may have had an outward striking beauty
who has seen the world and
lived her life to the fullest
A woman who became estranged from
loved ones as she aged and her mind
slowly dwindled
The blind man cries

He resumes his walk, sauntering slowly for several blocks
Suddenly he's approached
by a brash young hooker
She takes his hand and attempts to coax him
into purchasing her "wares"
He shakes his head
Hearing her voice
his mind imagines a woman who is still a child
One who was led astray, down a wrong path
where she was taught to live life without
discipline, without love, without self-esteem
The blind man cries

On continuance of his daily routine
he ponders life
wondering how so many people inflict self abuse
As the hour gets late
he turns around to head home when
he hears a drunken cry for help
He follows the voice so that he may
assist the man up
and discovers the man only
has one leg and has slipped
out of his wheelchair
He does his best to help set the man
straight in his chair
As the drunk hangs on
to the blind man's arm while
thanking him profusely, the blind man visualizes
in his mind, a fine, upstanding person who
once served his country with honor and pride
who fought in a war that caused
his spirit to die
The blind man cries