No feeling in my legs,
I cannot stand,
I can’t move my fingers,
Or wiggle my hand,
Some say I’m disabled,
That I cannot do,
I have no movement,
That much is true,
But I do still have power,
The use of my mind,
With it I could be evil,
Or if I wanted very kind,
I may not be able to move,
But I can move with the times,
And now I must leave,
As I can think of no more rhymes,
My happy helper here,
Will help me on my way,
And in this wheelchair,
We may meet another day.

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