Ode 10

3/30/20

my body will probably fail before my brain
so I will walk with a clack-click
and sway like a train

what can ever support my frame
but a curved and straight lovely cane
with its handsome brown wood grain

always on my side sincere
like life again so very clear
as I firm up my grip
others still only see a stick

it is difficult to explain
how they can be so thick
and how I can be so happy knowing
that I will never go on a trip

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