BLIND MAN ON A PEBBLE STREET
(April 11, 1967, 2 A.M. Tuesday)
I hear the clickity click of the blind man’s cane,
As it strikes against the pebble street.
And as the sun creeps through the foggy morn,
I hear the shuffle of the blind man’s feet.
A woman of the world passes him by,
Her figure is caught in a hip man’s eye.
A sea gull screeches in the midst of flight,
A drunk is awakening from a whimsical night.
A priest kneels beside his bed,
A fish lies on the seashore, dead.
The sound of trumpets blast through the sky,
A ragged little girl begins to cry.
A masculine arm slips around a feminine waist,
A man’s future is being misplaced.
The ocean rings against a woman’s ear,
She’s searching her soul, without any fear.
A youth stands and views it all,
His place he does not know.
He chooses not to partake at all,
So down the pebble street he goes.
COPYRIGHT 1967 JGO/SPANKY MONGO