a cane
to grip in your hand
and keep you
upright.
it's a wheel chair,
a stretcher,
a gurney
that you roll down
the cold damp corridors
of life.
it's an iv in your arm,
a drug,
a pill, a potion
keeping you alive
in the midst of harm.
it's a mysterious voice
whispering,
things will be fine,
go on.
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