A Blind Man Once Whispered
"To each his own," the blind man whispered to the crowd
Who josseled him; who ignored him.
White rabbit among the cabbages
Is she going to Buckingham Palace?
No, just a book ravaged
And if you thought of more to say,
Would those dancing crowds of night listen,
Paying their respects to the day,
Or would words fall on busy sidewalks?
All for one, or one for all, moving in union
Across the great plains of merchandise.
A blind man once whispered, "To each his own,"
But no one listened.
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Too often people want to follow the crowd, be consumers, never daring to be a white rabbit among the cabbages.