The Mobility Blues

When you are out in the street blind,

The things you want   you never find.

But what you do find,

Usually puts you in a bind.

When your mobility skills are bad,

Driveways tend to make you mad.

They turn you all around,

And opportunities for confusion abound.

The concept of driveways  should be abolished,

And the cars parked in them demolished.

When you wind up in a driveway due to some miscue,

A kind woman or small child always comes to the rescue.

They manage to put you back in the street,

But your humiliation is total and complete.

Driveways sure are a curse,

But low hanging branches are even worse.

Needless to say, there is a fall from grace,

When with no warning, you get smacked in the face.

When your sunglasses and baseball cap go flying,

And you really feel like crying,

Just remember that nothing teaches humility,

Better than orientation and mobility.

Driveways and low hanging branches sure are a curse,

But open manholes are even worse.

Driveways result in emotional strife,

But open manholes can end your life.

The threat of unannounced branches  can cause stress,

But falling into a manhole will make you a total mess.

The least bad result of a manhole mishap,

Is that it leaves you feeling and smelling like crap.

If you fall into a manhole, you can file a lawsuit,

But if your broken body is cold and dead the point is moot.

After all, why would you want your uncaring sighted survivors to gain,

From your unmitigated misery and pain.

They say the white cane is a symbol of hope,

But it usually leaves you feeling like a dope.

Neighbors and strangers you certainly disturb,

When they see you flailing helplessly for the curb.

When meager mobility skills have made your life a mess,

It is surely time to get a guide dog or a GPS.