He must know the true feeling of despair
For each day he must sit in his wheelchair
He cannot walk although he oft did try
In the wheelchair he must sit until he die.
And though we have no reason to we complain
We moan about the weather, the frost and snow and rain
But if that poor crippled fellow sitting there
Could only walk he wouldn't have a care.
He is a far wealthier man than I
But the money that is his he can't enjoy
Because money won't appease a crippled man
With locked up legs it isn't worth a damn.
It's a known fact that most peoples life's aim
Is to add power and riches to their name
But if the body's not in perfect health
Then what advantage to you is your wealth.
Thanks be to God that I can walk around
That I'm not like this poor man wheelchair bound
And though I'm no millionaire I've wealth untold
Good legs and hands and they're worth more than gold.
Francis Duggan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cripple/
