WHEELCHAIR
Quietly it sits in a corner, no movement can it make
But when you sit, go outside, the world begins to shake
When you come near, some people, they would balk
As if they had seen some fright, like Carroll’s jabawac
If they knew you, as all who do, and I am no exception
They would take another look, and love upon reflection
Why do some, when they see, someone different than their own self
Stick them into a box, and put them on a shelf
My dear friend, don’t be sad, if someone turns from thee
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