THE RECITATION


There I was at a poetry reading,
My expectations were high,

I had no inkling of what lay in store,
Then I saw a blind man come by,

He stepped to the microphone, softly began
With a poignant recollection

Of his dear, late wife and her memory --
Just one in his mental collection,

His poem spoke of beauty beyond compare,
Though he'd never seen it, I guessed,

It went on, describing his lovely children --
Though blind from birth, he confessed,

The verse painted a picture of happiness,
Then said he would soon go away,

A rare disease, though he seemed quite normal,
Would take him, I heard someone say,

It devastated me quite completely --
The words that his poetry said,

What a wonderful thought -- seeing his family,
The future, for him, held no dread,

New life, forever, in a beautiful world
Where no one is blind and all see,

He seemed to have strength of character
That I wish God had given to me,

I fervently hope to see loved ones in Heaven --
They pass away day after day,

But none of us have a lease on life
That tomorrow cannot take away.

by D. Edgar Murray