Still sick, so here's another 'old' one, written about a year ago when I decided to start writing poems in English :)
Wheels are my legs effectively And faster than your legs can be And I can spin around you see? And outrun you eternally. I even race the stairs you know From all up here to down below And scoop you up, and there we go We do it ten times in a row. I park my chair next to my bed Now leave it there, don’t make me sad. You want to race it? Don’t be mad, I need my chair, right now, nuff said! You have your legs, I have my wheels. I know exactly how it feels, To fall in love head over heels, With an object that forever steals Part of my independent ways. I have sometimes my sombre days I always know though, it’s a phase. I am right here, my wheelchair stays! *** August 2016 Copyright © Darren White
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