The Wisest Men Often Play The Fool

I have a neighbor

He wears glasses

That are thicker

Than storm windows

And his cards

That were dealt

Were pretty low

His job

Isn't that great

He's been hit by cars

That don't care to stop

For crosswalks

Or pedestrians for that matter

I've seen others

Laughing at him

Because he's different

And someone has asked me

Since I'm his friend

Why he's always so

Happy

Even with his condition

And with his luck

I said,

He knows something

Greater than any

Wise man,  preacher, prophet

Or any of us for that matter

Will ever know

and has us all

fooled