Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

(7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

A Blind Man In The Street - Poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

'He's blind,' we say. Then turn aside
Upon our way, again to view
Familiar things - some prospect wide,
Some olden scene for ever new.
Heedless we pass along, and soon
The groping figure's out of mind,
Lost in the sunlit afternoon.
'Poor chap, he's blind.'


Slowly he taps along the street,
Pitch black beneath our smiling skies:
While ours the boon again to greet
New scenes with ever thoughtless eyes.
Thoughtless indeed if, passing, we
Grudge thanks for this most precious sense.
He asks of us - not sympathy
But recompence.


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  • Gold Star - 14,919 Points * Sunprincess * (5/3/2014 12:34:00 PM)

    .........truly a wonderful write and if you have your vision...then you are truly blessed... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 31, 2012



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