The blind man hiding

I saw the blind man hiding in the doorway of a shop

I went over to him quickly to find out what was up

The noisy drills were violent as men dug up the road.

Noise confused the Old man’s mind

He didn’t know where to go

Gently then I took his hand and we began to walk.

The workmen in their ragged clothes turned the drill right off

They stood in silence watching us,

While the sparrows laughed

After we had crossed the road he said he was ok.

I pressed his hand with my own hand. Then we went our ways

I’ve never seen this man again but I shall not forget

The special silence we walked in that holiday we met