The Blind Man and Me
As I walked through the garden of life today
I met an old blind man along the path way
He talked of life and of all beautiful things
Then he stopped to listen to a sparrow sing
But as he listened my eyes began to see
An eagle sitting high on top of a tree
Stretching great strong wings and beginning his flight
Climbing with ease, oh what a beautiful sight
But the blind man did not see
We walked on further to a rose garden sweet
Where he stopped to smell the roses, what a treat
But as he smelled them my eyes began to see
In the distance the flight of the honey bee
How quickly she worked from flower to flower
Oh how I could sit and watch for an hour
But the blind man did not see
Then we climbed up a mountain so grand and high
Where he stopped and asked "What color is the sky?"
I said "blue" but then my eyes began to see
The magnitude and grandness of the pine tree
How gently it waved to and fro with the breeze
Now surely you can watch for hours with ease
But the blind man did not see
Then I stopped and wondered how often it's been
How many times I have walked through life's garden
And have not seen the great eagle or the bee
Or paused to watch the waving of the pine tree
Yet beauty to the blind man is everywhere
All the beautiful things he can smell and hear
And yet now how much greater am I than he
If life's beautiful garden I will not see
Surely the blind man is me
Written on May 17th, 1979
By Cory Carrier
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