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THE VISIT
Tonight an old friend will visit me
We've never met in the past
Though paths have crossed many times before
This evening we'll meet at last
A firelight glows dimly from the hearth
It's shadows dance on the wall
And the sounds of the harsh winter winds
Have an unfamiliar call
I hear him now at the front gate
As he releases the lock
A sudden coldness fills my body
Anytime now he will knock
I straighten my clothes as best I can
From the wheelchair where I sit
Worn and weary from the long struggle
The years of toil and sweat
Like a soft breeze he enters the room
I rise slowly to my feet
He offers his hand and softly speaks
"I'm honored we finally meet"
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