Polioguise
In polioguise ,
DISABILITY
Tiptoed up to me
And held out three crutches.
A golden, a silver -
And a third one made of wood.
Then she dared,
Choose , if you would.
The golden read :
self-pity
And the silver bred
self-doubt.
But I chose self-development-
the wooden one ,
And lo!
The crone
Became a fairy
As
daunting Disability
Turned into a
divine Probability