The Blind Man

Once upon a time,

I met a man who was blind,

I asked him if he was fine,

Just trying to be kind.

He told me he was blind,

And asked me to help him cross the line,

Because he had to go somewhere at nine,

I couldn't decline,

Because he was Blind.

I helped him cross the line.

Then he invited me to dine,

Offered me a glass of wine,

And some cashews to grind,

As a reward for being kind.