He loathed it when he had to go out; <br />he was the one whom the boys <br />laughed and joked about. <br />Here comes our three-legged stool! <br />they jeered from the nearby school. <br />Being handicapped and lame <br />brought their insults and to him shame. <br />He shuddered, holding back a tear, <br />and hobbled away in absolute fear. <br />They considered him an easy prey. <br />They almost always got their way. <br />His own disability he could not fight. <br />They took advantage of his plight. <br />He often questioned their nastiness: <br />Why deny a lame boy happiness? <br />It did not change their vicious ways; <br /> he hobbled on through troubled days.<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/handicapped-2/
