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Poetry from the Heart Oh please can you not see
past this 'chair to the real me?
I'm just the same as ever
loving, caring, giving and clever
this 'chair - it doesn't change a thing
I'm still happy, my heart-still does it sing
I'm able to love, able to live
my heart I can still freely give
do we ever grow too old or infirm to love?
No - and our emotions soar to the sky above.
Our love may change as does our health
but never does it rely on material wealth.
This 'chair is not a part of me -
it's just an encumbrance
this pain that won't let me be.
