ridin blind

ridin blind

A Poem by keith
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really?

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ridin blind

a blind man is riding his bike then stops at the store
a young man on his way out asks

'are you really blind?'

yes i am

'like ray charles blind?'

yes i am

'not meaning any insult but 
how do you ride a bike 
when you are blind?'

same as you i sit i pedal i go that way or that way.
all depends on where i want to go.

'wow! 
that's amazing but tell me sir 
how do you know where you are?'

oh that's easy young man.
i have been traveling this same route since i began riding almost 75 years ago when i was 6
i memorized every step every pedal.

'75 years? ever crash or run into something or someone?'

naw i whistle when i ride 
and most hear me & those that don't 
i usually say 'hey! blind man here!'

'HA! 
that's funny! 
no really how do you keep 
from running into things?'

i smell

'you do what? you smell?'

yes

'and what do you smell to alert you?'

i smell for s**t!

's**t? you ride around until you smell s**t?'

yes when i smell s**t i stop

'you smell s**t so you stop? why?'

cause the fan is real damn close!









Ooooh that smell
can't ya smell that smell?
Ooooh that smell,
the smell of death
surrounds you

© 2025 keith


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Added on February 10, 2025
Last Updated on February 16, 2025

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who i am, what i be ... i write about that from which many shy. i am not afraid. i know the costs of living life for all it's worth. i am but complicatedly simple. i sing the words of no fear and ce.. more..