![]() Broken Mind, Beautiful SpiritA Poem by wordsmithOn the outside he is a cheerful man weathered away from countless years as a soldier. Shaky hands and a smile you could only read about are the first features I notice. A man with incredible stories, of which he would tell over and over. Short term memory was lost after the stroke, so he thinks its the first time he told me this one. Over the past year i've heard it seventeen times, but i pretend its the first. A man of many talents reduced to rubble, crippled by the lack of ability to function. Some days he tells me a new story and I think he is better. Today is not that day. © 2009 wordsmith |
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Added on October 11, 2009Last Updated on October 15, 2009 |