He was walking home one evening
with his dog as his guide
When he heard footsteps behind him
heavy in their stride -
With no time to stop and think
he felt a sudden tug
As someone grabbed his wallet
he was being mugged!

He was left there feeling stunned
as the footsteps ran away
It had happened all so quickly
what could he do or say?
His dog who was by his side
had no time to react
As they were left there standing
in this cowardly attack.

Stolen with his wallet
was his weekly pay
A few hundred dollars cash
that would go a long way -
Gone and left with nothing
to make his ends meet
And all he could tell police
were the heavy running feet.

Although he was not hurt
he was still badly shaken
Thinking it could've been more
than just his wallet taken -
In the future he won't carry it
in the pocket at the back
The memory still much to fresh
of his blind attack.

It is just so appalling
that someone could stoop so low
To attack a blind man in the street
on his own way home -
To take blatant advantage
of such a handicap
One really has to wonder
who could do that?

© Christina
10th April, 2001

"I wrote this poem about a man that I had read about in our local paper. It saddened and sickened my husband and myself that someone could do something so cowardly as to attack a blind man. So I wrote this in dedication to him and his guide dog.
To M. Holman and Helga."