by 2725dlEnnis, Clare, Clare, Ireland
Jun 2013 502 Views 2 comments
Blind Leads The Blind.
Through his blindness,
In an over crowded city.
He wand's his white cane.
He shuffles in vain.
His friend,
With his
cane.
Clings to his right elbow.
A young learner (He).
The (Luas) electric tram,
Brushes his left side.
Crowds rushing,
Bang into his learner on his right.
With my full vision,
I ask my self.
Who are really the blind one's ?.
12/06/13.
In an over crowded city.
He wand's his white cane.
He shuffles in vain.
His friend,
With his
cane.
Clings to his right elbow.
A young learner (He).
The (Luas) electric tram,
Brushes his left side.
Crowds rushing,
Bang into his learner on his right.
With my full vision,
I ask my self.
Who are really the blind one's ?.
12/06/13.
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Posted: Jun 2013
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Comments (2)
I used to work alongside a woman who 'lost' her vision as an infant..
How often I thought "she sees much better than anyone of us!"
Ty for this sharing
I was a the bus station when I spotted this and I literally said to the chap standing next to me. The blind leading the blind.
Hope you are well my friend. Liza x