The Man In the Wheelchair

He comes rolling around I hear the wheels, I know the sound Everyone clears out of the way Except me, I stand my ground With a smile and stay We talk and laugh and debate all day Drinkin coffees and sometimes cafe laities Now people look and see him there I see only a friend who loves and cares Autistic they say, yet I am blind I see only a man who is strong and kind Now I may be a fool, but that's ok With a friend as that, I got lots to say I tell him this and I tell him that He tells me stories, and that's a fact Now I may not be the most patient man Yet he, is one who somehow understands As violins play he dances and sways Dreaming of times where enfants joued Knowing the world has its cruel days He kept his smile, through spring to may In life's sorrows, we both sit in silence As times keeps moving and slips away