I was once no older than you, but time
Gathers up fallen leaves only to blow
North-South-East-West indiscriminately.
Ostensibly, you said I'm past my prime,
Rib of my ribs, why stare off into space,
Answer with lies, tell me it is not so.
No, I did once love you intimately,
Though, to fall in love with a stroke patient
Given your proximity, a client,
Involuntarily, places his trust,
That inviolable faith, in your grasp.
As you teach him to speak again, a pace
Never too slow for your untrammeled lust
Of control can never unhitch the clasp.
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