Disable

Disable When you think of disable, tell me what you see, Would there be a name or label, could you believe me? The person,whose name you don't know, Would they remain in bed because of nowhere to go? Would you ever think of a person as good looking as me, One who is called disable,from something you cannot see. I was told to change my life around,to learn a new way at hand, To show the world, the one I knew,just how much I could understand? Oh there are things I can do, but a lot I cannot, Because in my mind a lot it has forgot. The poems I write, they must all rhyme, So you can understand just two lines at a time. The pain I have had all through the years, I can now cry, I thought it was growing caused all my tears. I made mistakes as I went along, but no-one told me so, So I just kept making mistakes, as I through life I did go. Now that my mind has broken down, people seem to be, There to help not only you, there to help me! While sitting alone in this room, I think of things to do When I get up in the morning, I don't have to answer to you! by Keith Sherrard July 17, 1997I wrote this because of a problem I found out about. I wonder how many are living this life also. Written July 17th, 1997 © on Nov 01 2001 01:01 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1