Doors are opened Kind offers To lift, hold Lend an arm Are gratefully Gracefully accepted. The sight Of a silver haired lady Being chauffeured In a wheelchair Brings out the best In strangers. Is it the knowledge That someday They may be the chauffeur Or the chauffeured? Or is it the graceful smile Of the lady in it?
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