Wee Control

It’s obvious, but someone had to teach
us to respect his narrow point of view.
The man is altered – now his feet can’t reach
the attic or the basement in his home.
A stroke six years ago beset, with breach
in brain and his mobility the price.
Confined to just four rooms, and with clogged speech,
of course he’ll angle to control the few
events and objects there. Let’s give him each.

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