Buttons Of The Soul
He was hardworking, but he was charming;
He used his eyes to work, because he was an accountant;
Then one day he got ill, his eyes succumbed to Glaucoma;
His wife stuck by him, though she grew cold;
When days of self-pity came, he remained spirited;
Though he desired more, he grew contented with her;
He chained himself, with the thirst of understanding life;
He cooked when his wife was “late”, and hugged her the following day;
One day there was a party, and friends and relatives were coming;
He stood at the door, and he gave each a warm handshake;
Only one insisted for a hug, and she said he was a good man.
Then he removed his glasses, and stared as if he had eyes;
His wife was serving the guests, so all he said was thank you;
All he was thinking was the hug, he has not felt so alive for eight years.
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