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The Average Person

Poem by: Rave

Summary

I was reading in bed (something I, sadly, have not done in a very long time) when I read a single line. "Sometimes I wish Luke weren't so generous. Or so blind."

And that, just that one line, inspired this poem.

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Submitted: August 29, 2010

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Submitted: August 29, 2010

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A blind man is an optimistic one.

Because a blind man
Has never seen the world as we do.
He has not seen the black smoke
That clogs the windpipes
Of our citizens

He has not seen the blood
That has been spilt
In other countries
Over another's freedom

He has seen, however,
The beautiful visions in his mind

He may not see as we see
He may not read as we read

But he knows the world
In a different way
Than the average person

A poor man is a generous one.

Because a poor man
Will almost never be given a break
His music will never be appreciated
His change cup will never
Have more than a few dimes

He will never be given a break
Because no one can spare
Such a common person
A single thought in our world

A poor man, however,
Will give his last piece of bread to a child

He may not be draped in silk and satin
He may not roll in pearls and diamonds

But he knows the world
In a different way
Than the average person

A mute man is a vocal one.

Because a mute man
May never speak a word
Nor sing a golden note
His poetry can never be voiced
Through anything but paper and pen

He may never speak a word
Because his throat is naught
But dusty cords beneath his neck
And his thoughts naught but silence

But the one who doesn't speak
Makes the most beautiful words

He may not sing Beethoven's tune
He may not shoot the breeze

But he knows the world
In a different way
Than the average person

A wise man is a good one.

Because if we could all be blind, poor, and mute...

We would know the world
In a different way
Than the average person


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The Average Person

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

I was reading in bed (something I, sadly, have not done in a very long time) when I read a single line. "Sometimes I wish Luke weren't so generous. Or so blind."

And that, just that one line, inspired this poem.

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