Paralyzed Veterans of America

What’s your perspective, from that chair you now occupy? I can’t possibly see What you see, unless I get on my knees. Does anyone ask you where you’ve been, or what you’ve seen? Or do they now just look down on your head, topped with graying snow. I’ve fed you at a picnic at the hospital grounds, to get you off the ward, and into the sunshine that abounds. Being with you I was amazed and quite couldn’t understand, how you seemed happier and more objective than me, without limbs, and me with both hands.I left your presence introspective and my mind a little battered, The revelation hitting me, how I continue to focus on such trivial things, that now don’t seem to matter.