I see a man with twisted limbs <br />Who has wheels to take him home <br />A kindly man, a friendly man, <br />Who need never ride alone. <br /> <br /> <br />He has no chip on his shoulder, <br />Though life has not been kind. <br />He accepts his fate and constant pain, <br />Revelling in his fertile mind. <br /> <br /> <br />Some men fear him because he is different <br />They try to hurt him, call him names. <br />Others rally to protect their friend <br />From the taunts and cruel games. <br /> <br /> <br />So, which man is the cripple? <br />One with twisted limbs that are no use, <br />Or the one who has a twisted mind, <br />And feels the need to shout abuse?<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twisted-limbs/
