Horrors of creation
I met you again
This time in a wheelchair
And I wonder why?
I am able to see you
Without disability
As you sit down and we talk
You tell me of the good
That comes out of facing illness
And I wonder at your calmness
And I feel the anger
And wonder againAt the marvels/
And the horrors of creation
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