STANDING TALL
STANDING TALL
Not many bother anymore
Seldom hear that knocking at the door
Sure do miss a friendly "hello;"
Open friends sometimes close their minds.
But there's no bending of the knee
Even though these legs do so easily tire,
Because these arms are made of iron
And this chair has wheels of fire. ~
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~Jim Magill Poems (c) James Magill. All Rights Reserved. STANDING TALL has been previously published on a First Rights Basis.
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