For What It’s Worth

For What It’s Worth

For what it’s worth

I’m not what you see

Behind this frail figure

Are volumes of me

Not a bed number

Without dignity

But lifetimes in chapters

Of real history

You see a bedpan

I’ve seen a war

To me you are children

And I’m so much more

I’ve probably been

What you long to be

So look once again

As you care for me

You’ll see as I tremble

It’s hard to let go

I hardly resemble

The person we know

c 2010 David Brunoehler

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