I reach out.
Like a blind man
grasping.
My cane
tapping.
I wish someone would
pat me
on the shoulder or
talk to me.
It would be nice if someone would
ask me a question or
walk with me.
I don't care who; it's not like I can
see your face
anyway.

I reach out.
Like a blind man
groping.
Hoping that this is a friend I'm
stroking.
I wish someone would
hold me
by the hand and
console me.
I would be nice if someone would
show me the way I should
be going.
I don't care who; it's not like I can
see your face
anyway.