Left Behind
I see streetside crutches,
aids tossed in the trash,
and always wonder why.
Did user outgrow need,
throw outside in disgust?
Did body wear out soul?
Once inside a work restroom,
I saw an ownerless walker
sitting inside a stall
as if owner took pains
to sit down perfectly
and never got up again.
Instead of flushed down,
maybe he was swept up,
hunched over in rapture,
the rest of us back here
witnessing their remains,
mysteries never solved.
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