A bit of poetry from my days at WCC (senior college days for moi):
broken
broken again
fractured calves
sprained thighs
weak ankles
and I fall to my knees
torn ligaments
narrowed hind sights
regretfully burdened
yet lovingly accepted
aching fingers
swollen knuckles
coarse palms
meeting together amiably
unknowing forearms
unfeeling biceps
unhindered triceps
reaching out to embrace
carefree stare
sincere glances
generous lips
all striving to touch beyond
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