Bearded, stooping man pushing a steel cart
I remember when you came to study
Taking the bus trying hard to be part
Of the college scene, your bag was muddy
Stammering as you struggled with reading
Writing tutors smiled sympathetically
Left behind the others who were leading
Discussions, they learned telepathically
Now years later I still see you working
Pushing your carts in all kinds of weather
Occasionally you make time for learning
Dedication difficult to measure
Your bent figure silences my complaints
You achieve more than those without restraints
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