MY IGNORANCE

Every day on my way to work

I used to come across her.

In fact, I used to hide and lurk

waiting just for a glimpse of her.

She was a mere school student

while I an old lecher it seemed,

observing her at a distance was prudent

for I didn’t want to be a pervert, deemed

I admired her classic face

with lively eyes so expressive

as she walked at a leisurely pace

surrounded by friends so oppressive.

They held her hand and clung to her;

they wouldn’t let her go,

while she so stately walked there

making her friends look just so

One day I observed her all alone

standing at a street corner

unmoving as if carved from stone.

I then casually behind did wander.

Hearing my footsteps she turned behind

“Excuse me”, she said in a voice so sweet

“Could you help me, if you don’t mind,

I need help to cross the street”

I gazed deep upon her lovely face

Wondering why she needed help from me

Her expressive eyes did blankly gaze

At me without any fear or glee

With posture so serene and proud

“Could you hold my hand, if you don’t mind

And help me across the bustling road

For you see I can’t see and I’m just  blind”

I realised it was only me

who always couldn’t see

It was not she who was blind

But my mind which had been blind.