“I don’t know who you are. You stoop a little as pain creeps into your joints Like a burglar stealing the precious jewels Of swift, free movement, Leaving you seated in life’s chair.” These lines are from a poem I wrote about eighteen years ago called “Twenty-Twenty Vision.” It’s my only published piece, …
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