Poem: After Polio.

After Polio.

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In those days, when Polio struck

It went on with it’s grim purpose.

It meant a year in the Pauper’s ward

With it’s very limited visiting rules

In terms of visitors allowed and allotted times.

He was strong and he did survive

But with a lifelong remembrance

Of that victory, in the skeleton calves,

Twisted feet and a slight limp

Controlled by sheer determination and strength.

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