There was a man in a far off land,

                       He had no eyes, he had no hands, this man.

                           Told me of visions of a world he sees,

                           With his feet he would pick up thing’s.

                           He spoke of many story’s and travels,

                     Lessons of worth from a man in a far off land.

                        There were no tears or anger of his losses,

                             A smile for gifts bestowed upon him.

                               He was not weak, body or mind,

                     He was a man from a far off land, a kind man.

                             He had no want of things so many,

                   What he valued was simple, not riches of plenty.

                          Keith Garrett