A Poet and a Blind Man

I saw a poet and a blind man
on the corner of a street.
The blind man spoke to me,
and he said, "son, you listen here,
the poet, he can't see."
And the blind man didn't see the irony.

And when I'd passed the blind man
the poet turned to me,
saying, "friend, look at me,
my thoughts are full of philosophy
because of a blind man, and all he can see."
And the poet didn't see the irony.

~05/2005