Tossed together, one chance in a thousand, They sit across from each other at one of the Identical tables sprinkled around the ground floor Hospital cafeteria. A wheelchair-bound old woman Seated across from a blind man, two invalids who Have tripped upon an ally through mutual woe. The blind man rests both hands on the white, red-tipped Cane—the sole object that reinforces the hours of Monotone days. The woman leans forward and offers A smile, pleasantly puzzled to see that her gesture is Received warmly by her acquaintance. Softly awakening from Ages of silence is their vigor for fixing others in need. A Vigor hushed by evolving into a needy existence.