One morning I met a blind man
walking down the street
He was using a cane to find his way
He asked if I needed some change
He asked if I was all right
One morning I was walking down the street
I thought I knew the way
One morning I met blind man
A blind man with sight.
Whoa! Hey there! It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything.
Don’t fret, I’ve been busy on various projects but just dropping a quick note to say that I’m working a mini-piece and should have something new up in a couple of weeks. I’ve written the poem and now I need to photograph the piece.
So check back in couple of weeks!