Lost Childhood
As he looks out the window, he tearfully longs to play
Before he got hurt on that very fateful day
his legs now hang useless in his wheelchair taking his childhood
being taunted and teased by every friend he had in his neigborhood
he can hear them making fun of him, there is nothing he can do
but sit and blissfully remember at the things he used to do
before that drunk driver hit him head on that very fateful day
How sad to think that the one who hit him can gleefully walk away.
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