The blind man – poem

A blind man,
In the cold,
Dark,
World.
The blind man walked,
that's where the story begins
with the lamp.
At night,
He held the lamp, which was bright
He met some young travellers,
That's the story characters
They laughed,
And asked
"You're blind, why do you carry a lamp?"
He says :
"Yeah, I am blind, but this lamp
Is not for this blind man, this lamp is for you guys.
You may not see the blind man coming
and end up pushing me
That is why I carry a lighted lamp "

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