There Go I Poem by shimon weinroth

in early morn, before the sun up
my one legged man,
comes to the sea shore
proethesis and all

discards his aid
hops into the sea
she bathes, caresses and cleans
never giving the slightest thought

about the missing leg above the knee
never wondering how it had come about
she treats him, like the hero he is
passing I doff my cap

with a laughing smile, he waves back,
whenever I feel some pain,
I remember his plight
and find it hard to complain