Ode to ISL

'I know a man, a common man,
just like someone you meet and greet
Except he cannot hear or see.
He eats and sleeps and dreams some dreams,
the same as us, both you and me.
He cannot see TV, nor hear it
unlike you and me.
But there is something he CAN do,
far better than you or me.
He can enjoy any tale,
by fingers deftly touching Braille
and sieze the day with broad smile
quite unlike you and me.
He needs some friends and loved ones too
the same as both you and me
Although this man cannot hear or see,
he is almost quite like you and me.