I thought my eyes were stinging <br />Till I saw a blind man pass, <br />I thought my legs were aching <br />Till I saw a cripple there, <br />I thought that I had nothing <br />Then a beggar on the street, <br />Asked me for a penny <br />That I placed within his hand. <br /> <br />I thought my clothes were tatty <br />Till I saw a lowly tramp, <br />Who sheltered from the bitter cold <br />In nothing more than rags, <br />I thought that I was hungry <br />Till I saw him feed upon, <br />The bread thrown for the pigeons <br />In the dirty market square. <br /> <br />I complained about the noises <br />Till I heard a deaf man say, <br />He longed to hear the songbirds <br />That did sing upon the bough, <br />I knew then I was lucky <br />And so many worse than I, <br />I thanked the Lord for what I had <br />Then went upon my way.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-thought-my-eyes-were-stinging/
