Survival by Ed Stone

I am not a silent poet

It is difficult to be adjusted 

to the times, but not impossible. 

Every morning without fail I 

scrub my heart with a toothbrush 

to keep it clean and smiling. 

Then I pin it to my armless sleeve 

crawl into my roaring wheelchair 

rocket the freeway of my soul. 

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