Poem By Robert Sheridan

Was too caught up to see
Lacked the sense of sight
Throw in unquestioned faith
No tenacity - blind chance.

Reached out - helping hand
Hidden view - blind corner
Like Jack Horner - pie eyed
Once again got hit in the face.

No outlet, sealed up ends
Assigned a blind box number
Get out the seeing-eye dog
Too late, wouldn't have helped.

Memory wasted, gimme shelter
Like buying a blinker for a horse
Being blindsided is like going on
a drunken spree, except you're sober.


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