Will Not Confer
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If the handicapped can, I can get out and do something also..
Degenerative joint disease equals pain.
Cartilage wears away bone touches bone.
Each movement becomes a difficult strain.
From once silent lips now slow releases moans.
Comfort~freedom from pain now luxury.
Carefully words form a line on paper.
Depression could follow in a hurry.
No! Will not summit nor will I confer
to being trapped at home unadorned
with life, viewing humans and the wide world
from a window or a TV condemned
to no life~let new life be unfurled.
Life explored not sipped suckled but imbibed.
Pour life ~ fill me with what God has prescribed.
Contest:"Things That Suck"
Sponsor:Nancy Jones
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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