I see a blind man every day Go bravely down the street; He walks as if the path were clear Before his steady feet. Save when he fumbles with his cane, I almost feel he sees The passers-by who smile at him, The flowers and the trees. He comes to corners where the crowd Of traffic swirls about, But when he hesitates, some hand Will always help him out. He crosses pavements fearlessly -- It is as if he knows That there are unknown, watchful friends Along the way he goes! Sometimes we walk through unseen paths, Sometimes the road ahead Is shrouded in the mists of fear; But we are being led As surely as the blind man is. . . . And, if we seem to sway, A hand will find us in the dark And guide us on our way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD I PAY MY DEBT FOR LAFAYETTE AND ROCHAMBEAU' by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COUNSEIL TO A BACHELER by MARIANNE MOORE |