Reason A. Poteet Poet McWhirtle

From Cane To Carriage

two McWhirtles

My cane has gone missing,
Hoveround showed up
of whom I sing praise for
supporting my girth.

I rise to stand strong on
two legs that are weakened,
and feel a bit useless, 
retired sense of worth.

~~~

Not poppin' a wheelie,
not riding a coffin,
on legs somewhat worn out
my mind feels no dearth.

Not really a coward,
ashamed of my carriage.
I'm free-range, a chicken
a'hov'ring "my" earth.

written May 28, 2017

McWhirtle explained:  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McWhirtle

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