In a wheel chair
Things drop on the floor.
One can't reach them any more,
in a wheel chair..
Furniture must be moved, to
get around, and just maneuve..
in a wheel chair..
High shelves now out of range,
upper body muscles strain,
in a wheel chair..
Feet peddling, tiny steps,but the
pain is so much less,
in a wheel chair..Must not be a moron,
when it's parked put brakes on,
in a wheel chair..
Keep positive.
Don't despair.
Many others reside there,
in a wheel chair..
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2024
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