Braille Man

He walks through life at peace
He’s come to terms with pain
He takes insults with ease
It’s not fear on his face engrained
There’s nothing he can do
So little he can say
To refresh judgements, to renew
He was just made this way
From birth he bore the mark
Covered in dots and mounds
But he’s so much more
Than the skin he now confounds
He’s grown beyond his growths
He’s determined not to fail
He will make of life the most
He’s not just the man of Braille