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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Two hundred and forty seconds or more, Laying, fetal position in Mother’s fluids, Fighting for air, for life Foreshadowing his existence. Birthed, alone Taken from one home of solitude to One of solitary confinement. To us, a tragedy, to him; life. December 3, 1930, Before the stock market crashed Before this child would be set aside with lost children, Before he had a chance, he was raised by strangers. “Institutionalized” from 3 years of age to 18 years old. Everything being done for him, is measured doses, Single serving packages were his normalcy, And nurses squawking, “He’ll never be able to function on his own” And finally, 18 years old, she came to get him out. Let him be in the world amongst family, amongst people, Amongst the living, instead of amongst the helpless. This “cannot” man, got a job Cooking for our countrymen Caring for all encountered on a daily basis, Permanent smile, glued to his face. He had done everything he wanted Even as people looked at him with sympathetic eyes, He was oblivious to their gaze, yet he knew. He didn’t mind, didn’t hit the nerves with this man. He invested money And made more than most “able” men are capable, To him, however, it was of no consequence. He was just as happy to smoke a cigarette and drink coffee. O, the adversity, the near-death birth, The late-night mugging, broken mandible, Never disfigured his smile, or his outlook on life, Could never dampen his demeanor. Who ever came, or has come into contact with him, at first Ultimately felt bad about themselves, as I did, Never has there been a man so selfless, so unaware, So angelic. Like he had already transcended humanity within those Two hundred forty seconds, and decided to stay for the Ride. Everything was so new, so awed by life in general. Family and friends of Larry, Should know something they might have overlooked. This man, rather, this man-child, although sheltered, Institutionalized, disregarded, downtrodden by others, Accomplished more than most men that have been referenced and revered. never said a dull or commonplace thing, and for that he will be remembered. Two hundred forty seconds or Less, Laying, embracing the life he had, opened his Eyes, and it’s December 3rd, 1930, and Mother and son stare at each other for the first time.
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