(01/01/1966 / BIRMINGHAM)

I Thought My Eyes Were Stinging

I thought my eyes were stinging
Till I saw a blind man pass,
I thought my legs were aching
Till I saw a cripple there,
I thought that I had nothing
Then a beggar on the street,
Asked me for a penny
That I placed within his hand.

I thought my clothes were tatty
Till I saw a lowly tramp,
Who sheltered from the bitter cold
In nothing more than rags,
I thought that I was hungry
Till I saw him feed upon,
The bread thrown for the pigeons
In the dirty market square.

I complained about the noises
Till I heard a deaf man say,
He longed to hear the songbirds
That did sing upon the bough,
I knew then I was lucky
And so many worse than I,
I thanked the Lord for what I had
Then went upon my way.

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Comments (10)

brillaint poem sir...great thughts written so artfully...10
A very thought provoking and poignant poem....well written 10+
Andrew! Beautifully written, poignant and touching to the heart. After reading this poem i thought, i'm really grateful for what i've got.. Best wishes! ! *10plus*! ! Friend Thad
Andrew This poem of awareness is not only skilfully written, but also brings awareness to others to really value what they do have. t is also a piece that can be easily remembered, and could be taught to children to give them important values for their future.... Karin Anderson
This is glorious, Andrew. Beautifully delivered, with a profound message. It is certainly chastening to be reminded of those whose impoverished lives make our middle class comfortable ones look like royalty. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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