Poem On Wheels

Back in the day, I was young and had a full head of hair. I was strong and I was foolish. I’d do almost anything on a dare. Despite my disability, the world got a good look at. Living my life, to me, was vital. I didn’t want to just sit idle and watch life pass me by. Though some would say, “You Can’t” I wouldn’t listen, I gave it a try. There were some times I failed. But even more times I prevailed. To live, each and every day, I thrive. And as you can see, I’m still alive. These days, I may be slower. These days, I’m not as fast. That’s okay because I’m still kicking life in the @$$.