Blind Man's World

The illuminated moon begins to rise as the sun kisses the shadows goodbye

A man sits beside a tree, sighing at the beauty

His hands tremble with age; his eyes are murky and soupy

To himself he says "The sun will go up and down in perpetuum year after year

Meanwhile, I have witness to this for a mere seventy years, in which the end is near

I see this everyday, but the allure of this world escapes my mind,

The beauty is unfeasible, although I am blind"