I see this lady with dignified air,

Traversing the road in her mechanised chair

I know not her name nor her disorder

But seeing her smile, can only applaud her

Such bravery is given to only a few

Who in their distress, independence pursue

The laughter and cheer they give to others

Smites our conscience with guilt that lingers

As opportunity slips through our fingers

Being rescued from our selfishness and greed

With no commitment we are relieved

But are still haunted by those in need. I Platt

Thornton Ave

Bolton

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