To Francis

You are not my esrog
You are not my bridge
You are not my spittoon
You are not my springboard

To use you to collect my points
would be to abuse you
To count on you for my advancement
would be to discount you

You are a survivor
You are an other
You are a man
You are a soul

To truly see you
would be a blessing
To place politics aside
would be to rise above.