I met a man who could not see
Yet he seemed happier than me
I asked him "Why?" without his sight
and everything as dark as night
He said, "To Mourn what I have not,
would cost me more than I have got."
He then described a lovely scene
He must have witnessed in a Dream
He spoke of a peaceful summer breeze
Of resting under big shade trees
Of flowers growing by a stream
A World that's calm and so serene
And as he spoke I realized,
He saw these things without his eyes
The more he Shared, I was to find
It was not he that I was Blind...
-Randy Lee Richards
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