The Man With The Lamp

The night was dark and dreary
But I just rode along
Enjoying the wind in my hair
And humming my favourite song.

The road was long and winding,
Not a soul I could see,
'Tis why I enjoy a bike ride,
A lone rider to be.

But wait a minute,"What's that?"
I see a moving light,
That glow comes slowly closer,
And soon it is closest in sight.

An old man with a lamp,
In the dark,lonely night,
I saw that he was sightless,
Though he held a lamp bright.

I could not stop myself
From asking the old man why,
Though he was blind as a bat
He still held a lamp high.

The wise old man was patient,
He touched me gently on my hand,
"Yes,my son,I cannot see,
The lamp is for you, now do you understand?"

I said not a word,
Held my head low in shame,
Here was a selfless man,
I have only myself to blame.

'Cause many a times, in the journey of life,
We fail to see those who guide us along,
We ridicule them ,and take them for granted,
It is they who goad us, and make us strong.