IMAGINATION… a poem

I sit here and watch the other kids play

Another short night

Another long day

But I don’t feel sorry for myself anymore

I discovered books

And began to explore

From little kids flying

Holding each other’s hands

To a far away place

That they called Neverland

And a giant white whale

Far out at sea

With a man who would kill it

To be who he’d be

Late at night there’s a knocking

Upon someone’s door

Could it be The Raven

No, “’tis the wind and nothing more”

So, please don’t feel sorry

I’m as happy little guy

My legs may not work

But my limit is the sky