Blind beggar

Eyes see nought
Placed in a spot
Reliant on voices and touch
Oblivious of day or night

Faceless to myself
No window to my soul
Black or white mean nothing
Exclusive my world is

Arms outstretched
Coins drop in bowl
Mouth mutter well wishes
Survival in alms

Daily I forge ahead
The hand that leads I trust
Thankful for today
The sun will shine tomorrow



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