Ungratefulness - ZorbaBooks

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.

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Maryam Zehra