White Cane

I see something so familiar

Used by others around the world

This simple white cane, used by the blind

Two men walk by, we now follow them

One mans arm holding the other

I feel for them, how hard it is

To be blind anywhere you are

But in narrow back streets of Taipei

Life can be so very cruel sometimes.

                                                            copyright Kerry Bowden 2003


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