BODY WORK

Funny how independence Can blind lack of choice The feel of wheels Silencing the roaring voice Yellow, plain, drab But it got me to my destination Blaring the AM radio While I chalked my delineation Finally, graduating my goal So I got myself a present I wanted roast duck But the dealership gave me pheasant My partner wrecked my present And took my decision power away Every body I got was good for a time Then turned to clay Finally, free to be me ......WHO'S THAT...... Blindly I walked onto lots Expecting care and compassion They just wanted to sell, me, A body decked in the latest fashion Upside down, Topsy- Turvy Became my new way of existence No wrecks to report In my system resistance Finally, my wheels were given back My name swiped with black ink All that I tried to build Now with dirty dishes, in the kitchen sink I'm left with ME Without deceit running about The journey is arduous But I'm finally finding out .....I'm worth loving Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2024