Day

Such a sad way

To start a day

That is to say

I see no way

To set wrong right

Nor solve any plight

When the blind remain

Despite their pain

Never to change

Nor rearrange

Their life so shallow

No deep dark hallow

Just ween them off

So they get soft

To wrongs around

Aplenty abound.

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