Speaking To The Fourth Stage (Reminding Him
Of What He Learned In The Second Stage)
“I feel so old, having to be
helped with walking short distances,
the world ever holding my hand
and the room being a constant adventure.”
Old? I’m your older brother; let me be
the voice of wisdom through childish treble
with my pant legs rolled up: dignity
be damned, we walk as we are able.
You are a soldier, reminding me
even now like a bearded pard
of what you’ve told me repeatedly
over the years and across the ages,
“Every day is a gift,
and we are all survivors.”
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