This road isn't an ordinary road,
As I walk down it,
I was stunned by
life's colourful characters.
I could hear the wind whispers into my ears,
the chirpy birds with melodious songs,
and soothed by Jorge Cafrune,
Que Seas Vos.
And I can touch, feel, admire
everything around me,
rough, smooth, big, small, beautiful,
And I can see those who can't see me,
nor hear the whispers of winds,
far from knowing that birds are around,
Nor seeing and feeling the wonders of life,
Let alone admire the breathtaking sunset,
Or star gazing at twinkling stars above.
But they are always special beyond compare,
Can't hear but can feel,
Can't see but sharp minded,
Can't touch but gifted with one strong physique,
Can't walk but still able to move around,
Can't talk but they are smart.
I come to think of the beauty of not hearing,
the swearing, the cursing, the blaming,
with all the harsh words available.
I wonder at the eyes that see not
the miseries, the suffering,
the imbalance of life,
whatever that gives life its ugly look.
My mind's filled with musings,
of their patience and existence,
that colours this complicated life.
I am astounded by the great ability
of incomplete physique,
that is so reliable to keep going,
far better than with complete
I'm amazed by the skillful hands,
that belong to the eyes that see not,
but the fingers know it all,
leading the mind to portray the beauty,
and produce something of quality,
which I am able to see
but not to the eyes that see not,
nor to the ears that hear not the compliments,
or to the incomplete physique,
Lo! how fair human creation is,
They are special with special abilities.