A poem I wrote a few years ago that’s been published, is in the office of my primary care physician, and hangs in two hospitals in Manchester, England is an explanation.

A Bridge Too Far

With eyes that see each length and width
of all we choose to view,
we cannot know of the eyes
that capture no shape or hue.

With legs that travel near and far
wherever we command,
there’s no way we can fathom
those who cannot stand.

With arms that do flex and stretch
with ease while at no cost,
we lack the understanding
of those with functions lost.

With words and nodding heads,
the signals that we show,
we think we are informed
when there’s nothing we can know.