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Blind on the Highway of Life: A Poem

Updated on August 10, 2017
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Val is a life-long student of the psycho-philosophy of living and a devoted practitioner of many techniques that enhance personal evolution.

As I was helping a blind man across a street

how could I ever forget that grateful smile

just for a brief moment our eyes would meet

that empty look staying with me for quite a while.

Why did it remind me of so many eyes I've seen

looking but not seeing with a blindness of their own

somewhat reminding me of where I have been

appearing and acting like that blind man's clone.

Suddenly a whole bunch of white canes and a ball

like in a weird and surreal polo game

appeared in my mind as I observed us all

pretending to compete under an Olympic Flame.

Not seeing a tree while impressed with a wood

we live our life-story instead of this hour

blinded by winning and failure more than we should

forever in a search of an ivory tower.

Whenever I see folks with dark glasses

I wonder if their eyes are hiding from the sun

or they are hiding their incompetent asses

from someone observing and having fun.


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      Vladimir Karas 13 days ago from Canada

      Larry---Thank you, your comments, even though short, are always greatly appreciated.

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      Larry Rankin 13 days ago from Oklahoma

      You certainly have a unique perspective.