A blind man sits on the side of the street
Can smell all the misery around him
The deaf girl walking by see's everything
A man on a bench who cannot speak hears all
The people who can see, smell, hear and talk
Just pass on by and carry on with their walk
They don't see the problems that are all around them
To me they are blind, senseless deaf and dumb
I know I observe the world I stop and look
I see the problems trouble and hardships
Everyone has a problem
Some you can see some you can't
A man with one arm you can see his problem
But the person in a nice suit theirs we cannot see
He or Her walks briskly in their own time and way
For the poor troubled people not the time of day
I really truly believe this needs to change and fast
We need to Love and cherish for our world for it to last
Were all in the same boat that needs to stay afloat
Quote lets row together in perfect harmony un-quote
A very profound write my friend, one that speaks volumes of truth. For there are those that pass by and never give a thought to anyone but themselves, if it doesn't affect them it's none of their concern. Others see but don't acknowledge, out of sight out of mind! You are correct in saying that this is a problem that should be corrected quickly, but I'm afraid that will never be...to many self absorbed people today, or too busy to notice or care! Great write, makes one stop and think!
Blessings,
Joyce B.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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Joyce B.