(This poem was inspired by the movie star actor, Sylvester Stallone, and his eldest son, Seargoah, who is autistic) <br />They dub me as retarded, say I know not what goes on, <br />my parents look at me, and say I'm sorry son. <br />You say I'm in a world of my own, a very sad child, <br />but in my world everything is great, not crazy mixed up, or wild. <br />So mother I say, feel not sad for me it is you who is losing out, <br />for in my world I laugh, and play, in my heart I jump, and shout. <br />Though we may never see the world the same, for you're so busy feeling sad, <br />I will always love you mom, and dad. <br />So smile when you see me, and shed not a tear, <br />for in my heart I will always love you with each passing year.<br /><br />Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-eyes-of-the-autistic-child/
