Warren Clyde Poet Rhyme

Passes By

A look to the left,
Through a dirtied cracked window,
I spy life passing by,
Why, Why not I.

For arrested in my chair am I,
Absent key, absent drive,
Desire to be as they 
To be happy, to thrive

How do I?
Static unchanged is my life.
My eyes adopt others lives,
In hopes one day

Their lives to me, revive.

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Darlene De Beaulieu June 6, 2017 at 8:12 PM Hello Warren,I sense you feel life is passing you by,I gather that you are in a wheel chair. I know lots of my friends in wheel chair and they live a full life.There is always hope.