Beauty Blind


Blinded by the beauty of the people I know.

“Blind beauty my friend, where did you go?”

“Went ‘round this old world a time or two,

Searching in vain, looking for you.”

“Blind beauty my friend what did you see?”

“A lot of nothing…  I’m blind. Look at me!”

Tears fill my eyes.

My mind’s eye is sharp but what can I do?

I can’t see this life to explain it to you. 

Beauty blinds.

Beauty is blind.




© David Girard 26/03/15

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