by Dan Langerock
I once was blind and could not see
A beautiful rose or cypress tree.
A man’s color I could not begrudge
For sightless men cannot prejudge.
A man I knew was also blind,
But his was centered in his mind.
His hate was plain for all to see.
I think my blindness was the best to be.
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