A blind man
A blind man
A blind man was crossing the road
With his stick and black glasses he wore
His wife didn't accompany him
Somehow he managed to cross the traffic signs
He went home and told his wife
To cross the road I thrive
Next day his wife accompanied him
Holding for him his stick
The man was happy and relieved
To cross the hold with ease
To help the underprivileged is a good deed
Little deeds make you succeed