Sogno

A blind man
has a beard
uncut for days
for weeks
confused and
abandoned,

he begs in the
streets of his
misfortune
with his cane
as his guide
with his can
as begging
symbolism

i take him in
bathe him and
dress him and
feed him like
he is my only
brother

at night as i
begin to play
the saddest tune
of my violin
he sings an
aria for me

together we
dream
my eyes see for him
his heart sees for me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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