Crippled
by Gale Ashcroft
Yesterday I watched a crippled man get off the bus.
I winced when his eyes tightened from pain as he wheeled
Toward the basketball court at the park.
I wondered at his courage to play when he hurt.
Today I soak in the tub, hot water stealing my will to get out.
A headache makes me late to work.
An eclair sabotages my diet.
Perhaps I called the wrong person crippled.
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