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Updated on December 16, 2010

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I remember most his blue eyes
huge beacons of despair
staring up at me sadly
from his electric wheelchair
there was such a hunger there.

For all I represented
in his bleak crippled view,
strutting by on two strong legs,
something he'd never do...
my arms carrying books
four tucked under each hand
words he never would hold
let alone understand.

Remember those disabled,
we're but one wrong turn away,
from a life that paralyzes,
all the dreams that come our way,
one fall, one dive, one bullet,
one disease that steals our hope,
sp remember those disabled,
say something nice
to help them cope.

Love's sweet possibilities,
lovely girls to caress,
worlds to explore and all
the ways love can bless.

I held such a bright future,
to his gargoyle of flesh
strapped to leather and chrome
where his frailer bones would mesh,
bent with suffering and strife,
sandwiched there all his life.

A thin strand of drool,
graced his thin, bone dry lips,
Left unable to quench
his own thirst, with cool sips
he sat waiting
for caretakers,
outside a classrooms,
at the school I attended,
where such kids
weren't befriended
I went off to eat lunch,
from his life so upended.

I don't know what became
of that poor disabled boy
born so far from the norm,
with no joy forced to dwell
dead center there amidst
all those fate had left well,
who boldly strode by
never looking at him,
no one ever said "Hi,"
or tossed him a grin,

His parents both wanted
what his peers would all share
but they didn't spend the hours
that he spent sitting there.
they both failed to see
that their decisions left him duped
he was a boy with a fork
in a world peddling soup......


Remember those disabled,
we're each one wrong turn away,
from a life that paralyzes,
all the dreams that come our way,
one fall, one dive, one bullet,
one disease that steals our hope,
so remember those disabled,
say something nice
to help them cope.

I now wish that I
had offered him,
the tastes of
life I cherised
but I walked on
a different plane,
where his dreams
would surely perish,
and all his
hopes were grounded,
It had to be so
hard to bear,
as the good life
rolled on by him
on four wheels
that creaked despair.



ArtWhimsically Yours Studio.
MFB III Productions


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    • Painter Penfield profile image

      Painter Penfield 6 years ago from Tampa Bay area Florida

      Mighty fine poem MFBIII. Kind of choked me up there for a moment ;)

    • Micky Dee profile image

      Micky Dee 6 years ago

      Awesomely beautiful MFB! God bless you!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Oh this is so sad,yet,so beautifully written.I don't think i will ever see anyone in a wheelchair that i don't think of this.Thank you so much.

      Love and Peace