He must know the true feeling of despair <br />For each day he must sit in his wheelchair <br />He cannot walk although he oft did try <br />In the wheelchair he must sit until he die. <br /> <br />And though we have no reason to we complain <br />We moan about the weather, the frost and snow and rain <br />But if that poor crippled fellow sitting there <br />Could only walk he wouldn't have a care. <br /> <br />He is a far wealthier man than I <br />But the money that is his he can't enjoy <br />Because money won't appease a crippled man <br />With locked up legs it isn't worth a damn. <br /> <br />It's a known fact that most peoples life's aim <br />Is to add power and riches to their name <br />But if the body's not in perfect health <br />Then what advantage to you is your wealth. <br /> <br />Thanks be to God that I can walk around <br />That I'm not like this poor man wheelchair bound <br />And though I'm no millionaire I've wealth untold <br />Good legs and hands and they're worth more than gold.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cripple/
