The Blind Man Poem by James Cheek

Once I saw a blind man, who was walking toward a cliff,
I quickly yelled to him, “Sir! Sir! You are about to die! ”
He said back calmly, “Nonsense, boy. Many times I’ve made this trip.”
I ran up to him, grabbed his arm, and commenced to plead and cry;

“Listen to me, friend! ” said I, trying to pull him back,
“I can see what you cannot; I don’t want you to fall! ”
He shoved me down and curtly said, “Yes, sight I may lack, ”
“But I will be fine, just let me alone! ” he thought he knew it all;

One last time I tried to convince him: “Please, sir, turn around, ”
“You are walking to an early death, and help is all I’m trying to do! ”
He ignored my advice, and I watched him fall, oh so far, to the ground,
You may say, “My, what a stupid man, ” when in fact that man could be you.