Wheelchair

I sit trapped in this wheelchair, as I roll down the street. I see all the people, but their eyes do not meet. Are they simply scared to look, afraid that they may see? Something scary, ugly, and crippled, instead of just seeing me? For reasons I don't know, I seem invisible to some, But I am just like them, not an unworthy street bum. If I could only stand tall, and look them in the eye, I'd smile and make them see, before they rudely pass me by. I would stand tall and say, “look at me, just look and say hello”, But I will never stand, and have that chance… a fact I sadly know. So when you see a person like me, the next time on the street, Pause a moment to smile and say hello, a new friend you may just meet.