lazscott (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lazscott) wrote,@ 2009-02-24 16:38:00 |
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| Current location: | Work |
| Current mood: | creative |
| Current music: | NPR |
| Entry tags: | friends |
Poetry, again
(I am holding on but have little extra strength to reach out beyond my priorities.)
“My Friend, the Wall,” Draft One, 2/24/2009
My friend, the wall,
Or any vertical surface
Stable enough to support my head,
While my hands retrieve my shorts and slacks,
My fingers shove in my shirt, close up my fly.
I have other friends,
Count my cane among them.
This four-footed friend can not help,
Though, when I need two hands.
My kitchen counter, then,
Provides the edge I need
To wash my dishes, prepare my meals.
I have other friends,
Who let me lean against them,
When my legs, my heart, my hope
Can not, at times, sustain me.
Could I ever stand alone?
I fell, and failed, the times I tried.
