Blind Man GruffA Poem by Pete‘Tis healthy to be sick sometimes. - Thoreau![]() is it burning in a candle's wick? blown into stained glass by beatified breath? in a spineless, black book in a pew? stumbling in the dark, black and blue? what should i do? yesterday's feast is today's crumbs tomorrow eternally comes i've always been afraid of the dark strangers in the park and a missing question mark perhaps it's under a sofa cushion along with the remote, lint and other loose change maybe it lies at the bottom of a cranky, crippling creek along with the other fool's gold i hope i find it before i get too damned old before my soul is sold before i'm forced to remove the blindfold © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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