He one day to me as he sat behind his desk
And sipped his coffee in a slurp of breath
You know I wish I had your luck to be
Having a handicapped son so plain to see
And get all the things that you now get
It would be heaven to have this set
I sat and looked at him as he spoke
And wondered how he could be such a dope.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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