A young man drifts and looks
He was shy hardly said a word
The next time he greeted hi
Extended his hand and smiled
Surely nothing's wrong
His grip is so strong
Teeth so white and eyes
Crinkling at the corners.
Now we meet at this wall
He smiles, greets and looks
Says one or two words
Always makes me glad
Somebody else understands
What I feel, what is real
Everybody needs a friend
To talk with, share a thought.
Today I heard this young man
His voice like water on sand
His laughter like rocks in river
His thoughts are refreshing
Gentle as rain in my mind echoing
He is unsure and he says it
He needs help and stretches out
Hand to reach, gap is breached.
He stands tall and happy
In his hand he holds a trophy
I am sure this man is surely
A friend of all, a sightless
Youth once recall his help
When he can't see, he was there
Surely his grip is quite strong
He is matured for one so young.
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gap-is-breached/
