A Young Blind Man Weeping in a Subway Train
In sorrow, himself he endures to brace;
Tears tear his dams and flood his faded face.
His trampling torrents roll, and will not cease;
He prays in his life-lasting darkness, "Please!"
Six sportive students stampede through the door;
They thump and bump, and burst out laughing more.
Then all at once they see the weeping blind,
They pause their actions with their young hearts kind.
He locks his lips and holds his forehead high;
He turtles to the door and will not sigh.
"Next stop's Christie!" a boy awakes to shout;
The blind man cane-detects his dark way out.
The small boy prays, "Hope God will be your guide;
He'll journey life with you, right by your side.
Then you will see, with sparkling eyes your own,
The splendid heaven you have never known."
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A Love Story
He proposes, "Please come for a boat-trip.
Both of us have to row; it's not a ship.
But I shall surely try my best for you."
"I trust your words are true. I say, I do."
The sun receives the couple with a smile;
With pearls, the sea confettis them in style.
They sing hymns, nursery rhymes and school song;
They care, bear and share as they row along.
Then suddenly he drops his only oar;
Wild waves and thunder threateningly roar.
She struggles on with both her hands and heart;
No storm nor hardships can tear them apart.
At last, he grasps an oar from the wide sea;
They paddle side by side as it should be.
At even, haven-bound they gently glide;
They count their blessings with God by their side.
She feels extremely tired and has to sleep;
He sings her that love song she wants to keep.
Thus ends their special memorable cruise
Which they together willingly did choose.
Beneath a lilac shade, he lets his dearest rest;
"Cheeri-cheer-up!" two robins warble her wish best.
In peace, she likes to hear a nearby singing stream;
She loves to smell his planted roses in her dream.
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