I saw a blind man by the side of the road.
He was standing alone in an old shabby coat.
He heard the cars passing by with a roar.
He was looking for help and nothing more.
How long he was atanding nobody could tell.
And for whom he was awiting, as if under a spell?
The cars and the people were rushing by.
Nobody could hear the blind man’s sigh.
Then all of a sudden a man touched his sleeve.
And led him across that roaring atream.
They were walking together happy to meet.
Two blind men slovly crossed the street.
Compassion
© Copyright: Владимир Левченко 2, 2011
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