Looking out my window, <br />green as far as I can see. <br />Wish I could go out, <br />but I'm stuck in this wheel-chair, not free. <br /> <br />So I grit my teeth and <br />roll out into the park. <br />sometimes I sit there all day, <br />even when it gets dark. <br /> <br />I love the park, birds sing, <br />kids on the swing. <br />The trouble is <br />I can't do anything. <br /> <br />But as I sit and wonder, <br />little children come and talk. <br />they look at me and ask, <br />why can you not walk? <br /> <br />I say: Oh I can walk, <br />I just like to sit a lot. <br />The kids smile and look at me in a funny way, <br />then they wave bye-bye, and go and play. <br /> <br />I love the kids and their attitudes, <br />quite nice, the cute young dudes. <br />I just wish, all the adults were the same, <br />I tell ya, there's a lot that should feel shame. <br /> <br />Adults say: Why you are like that? <br />you must feel like shit. <br />The kids are much better, <br />it's the adults that miss it.<br /><br />David Darbyshire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-park-2/
