He leaned upon his crutches at my door; And, when I saw the empty trouser leg, Presumed he was some derelict to beg -- Just one to tell of woes that tire and bore. "I sharpen knives and scissors for a dime".... And was it something in this cripple's smile That made me go and search for knives, the while My mind rebelled against the waste of time? Then, while he worked, he talked of life and creed; And said, "Potentially all men are good; All evil is disease, when understood. Awareness of world brotherhood our need." O, lift the fog of smugness from our eyes, And we shall know Messiahs in disguise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON SONNET: 23. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE by JOHN MILTON A PAINTED FAN by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MILKMAID by JEFFREYS TAYLOR THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT |