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