He relied on his sense of touch <br />Without having to say much <br />Randy was a young blind child <br />Brought up almost in the wild <br />Surrounded by illiterate lads <br />Who looked and behaved like little cads <br />Yet he was always very mild <br />A very gentle and well mannered child <br />Walking and feeling his way around <br />Which did everyone astound? <br />People would keep watching in awe <br />As he ambled towards the door <br />He did not trip <br />He did not fall <br />Nor did he for any help Call <br />He had no white cane <br />He simply used his alert brain <br />Then came his real test <br />He had to go to school like the rest <br />No teachers wanted him in their class <br />They feared he would never pass <br />If he from birth could not see <br />How would he even imagine a tree <br />Or learn the alphabets <br />He would be a drag on the other children <br />But the world is not short of good Samaritans <br />One came forward like an Aladdin <br />He led the boy to a distant cave <br />And with clay models and Braille <br />To him the required knowledge gave <br />Soon he gained enough confidence. <br />In his mentor’s loving care <br />he was able to shed his diffidence <br />He went back and joined school <br />Today he is looked upon by all <br />as a model child who answered his call <br />One who gives to hope <br />to all physically challenged children <br />That even in this tough and cruel world <br />Given a chance they will be able to cope.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-relied-on-his-sense-of-touch/
