Ungratefulness
The first thing a blind man do
When granted sight anew
Is to let his staff slip away
And embrace the world brand new
For too long he has stumbled in the dark
Tripping over every bump and mark
But now he can see the light
And every color that was once out of sight
No more does he need his staff
To navigate through those dark paths
For now he can see the way
And live his life anew every day
The world he saw was not what he had dreamt
Colors and shapes that once had gleamed
Now seemed different, confusing, and new
He stumbled and fell, “what should I do?”
The staff that he had threw behind
Was the only one that could have been kind
For it had guided him through every night
Helping him reach the morning light
But now it was too late to return
The staff was gone, his heart did burn
For in his haste, he had forgotten
The staff that had always been the rock bottom
So cherish those who guide you right
And hold them close with all your might
For the staff that you toss away today
Might be
the one to light your way.