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The Amputee

It’s something like losing your leg;
So you must learn to walk without it.

And it gets to a point where grief is of no use—
A one legged man you are.
It makes little difference to the truth;
Besides, nothing can be done.

But there are still those nights,
Just before sleep,
When you hope,
Maybe even believe,
That the miracle will be you.

You’ll wake with firm foot
And run in ecstasy to the kitchen
Or the living room
Or porch,
To holler:
“Hallelujah!”