George hugs the sidewalk with his cane
Constantly rapping on the cement.
He hears the morning walkers grunt
Automatic “hellos” in their rush.

He welcomes greetings with a smile
And returns a “How are you today?”
Basking in their friendship, he walks
With his cane tap-tap-tapping cement.

He doesn’t see the silent stare
Others of his race quickly perceive,
Does not know the critical look,
The look away, as if he’s not there.

George, the blind man, delights
In his morning walk of quick friendship,
Sees no prejudice while crossing
From one sidewalk to another.