first_imgThis is an after rain Monday morningThe roads were easy unlike most daysThe police were not so tense all calmThe alarm was a man face down or hurtThe onlookers did not stop but drove byI Do Not Know His NameThis is not the usual way I commuteThe passenger seat hosts my hand bagThe comfort of me having a driver is nullThe time to catch up during the long trafficThe other motorist looks tells you are downI Do Not Know His NameThis man was outside education ministryThe handsome shirt he wore pulled my gazeThe orange and red stripy shirt filled my mornThe phone was in his left hand the other restedThe black pants he wore was short and neatI Do Not Know His NameThis man becomes my giant for the yearThe odds against him are just too manyThe will he has had to overcome his trialsThe man has no legs but he uses his handsThe man is positive and full of a million starsI Do Not Know His NameThis man made it to work on time before I didThe man sits flat on the ground but has hopeThe thought of not having legs is not his worryThe zeal to be a successful man is the way upThe man is grateful he has been blessed tooI Do Not Know His NameShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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