I see the Caregiver, and honor You.
But I don’t want to be your Burdened Beau.
The world needs Saviors, Heros, Doctors too,
Afraid, am I, the road we trodden so.
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Our friendly banter, good in purpose, hits
A truth I find in depths of My self worth,
And, Knowing I, must free my bounded wrists
And used these hands to grasp more prosperous earth.
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Yes, hands and l…
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