Ode for a Blind Man

In response to a faithful commenter...

In this life in which we run to or fro.
There are many people we encounter
And many places we go.

A brief, simple meeting becomes a small connection.
But as soon as the moment is gone,
We realize we likely won't see them until resurrection.

Every little conversation is a chance to cause change,
For you never know what your words might mean.
Distress, triumph, or triviality; the topics will range.

I won't forget the day an Aberdeen flight I was taking:
The conversation with a blind man of great vision.
Don't know what has or will become of his yearly ranking.

Somedays I may wonder as I wander.
Especially everytime I board a train.
But at least you and I will always have something to ponder.