The Blind Man

16.3.29

Gentle Lady
Spare a penny,
As you travel on your way,
I am blind, and life is dreary,
Won’t you help me just today.

Gentle Lady
Won’t you heed me,
Won’t you pity my poor plight,
For I have no means of earning,
Since the day I lost my sight.

Gentle Lady
I beseech you,
Won’t you help me buy some bread,
For my wife is weak and ailing,
And my children must be fed.

Gentle Lady
I am willing
To toil morning, noon, and night,
But I cannot get employment,
Now that I have lost my sight.

Gentle Lady
Do not think,
That I beg with easy grace,
It is hard for I have pride,
But my children have first place.