Thave a Royal linfield Thunderbird but this note isn't about
either of us
is about a guy in my office complex who drives an Inticer
to work every day
his Enticer is fitted with extra wheels on the side, like a
child's cycle
no, he's not a wimp
he's probably the bravest man I've seen
you see, the thing is that this guy doesn't wall
he crawla
his legs are twisted and bent under him, like a tortoise coil
made out of skin and new
like the sweet god of creation changed his mind hallway
only hallway
so every day, he Inches forward like a gravel swimmer,
alowly, painfully
and proudly
I feel like rooting for him, clapping like a wound up toy
monkey
but to do so would be to acknowledge what he's fiercely
forgetting every minute of his life
so I stay quiet, avert my gaze Ull I hear the roar of the
motorcycle
only then do I turn to see him riding away
I don't even know his name
but I know that I'm five feet eight inches tall and that he
towers over me.
Can I find a summary to this poem
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