Unable to stand, wheelchair mobile <br />Thoughts struggling for words <br />Captive of sleep <br />Recognized world shrinking <br />Familiarity flees leaving a vast directionless unknown <br />A small room, a bed <br />Devoid of desired conversation. <br /> <br />Ah, the bright times <br />Life steered by my own hand <br />Going where I pleased. <br /> <br />Did I not know <br />Did I not see <br />What happened to others <br />Would happen to me. <br /> <br />What was important <br />No longer now <br />A kind voice <br />A soft touch <br />Loving family and friends <br />A bright sunrise <br />Afternoon showers <br />Summer breezes <br />Autumn leaves <br />Laughing children <br />For these I am thankful <br />These planters of joy <br />For the garden of life. <br /> <br /> <br />December 9,2013<br /><br />Claude H Oliver II<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-this-it-11/
