The Broken Facade
You see the Drool—
you see the wheelchair—
you see the towel hanging
around my neck.
However, you won't see me speaking at all.
If you hear me speak hear any noise
that sounds like words.
But are you sure that
I am speaking at all?
If you are the Lucky Few,
you'll see the true Man
behind the Broken Façade.
Be glad
that I allowed you
to become a friend.
Copyright © W. Thomas Markham | Year Posted 2016
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