MovementA Poem by ragtackThe building the swinging of doors many labor here for money and taste of bread Life and its games ups and downs can wear on the soul or brighten the day Smiles Personalities reflections of light dancing upon the walls Physical therapy laughter often hides the pain but without there seems to be no gain tears may hide behind the eyes but hopes of movement hide in the mind Movement there are no signs asking is it you again Simple blessing to pick up a fork once again © 2012 ragtack |
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Added on September 2, 2012 Last Updated on September 2, 2012 Author
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