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WOE IS ME

I was chasing a stray heifer
In my shoes with lace untied
I tripped and fell
I gave a yell
It hurt more than my pride.

I broke my metatarsal
It's the big toe on the right
The doctor said,
"Just heed my words
And your bones will all mend tight.

"Now sit still in your chair on wheels
With leg stretched like a log
Don't cook or clean
Or chase the cows
Or even feed the dogs.

"Let others do those things for you
While you sit on your "throne"
Just concentrate
On making whole
Your metatarsal bone."

They plastered me up to the knee
And jabbed me with a shot
They gave me pills
To cure my ills
My dignity is lost!

Six weeks, six weeks the doctor said
To sit here in this chair
I have to keep
My smiling face
Not wallow in despair.

I'll work on my computer
To while away the time
There's just a chance
I'll be inspired
To write some worthy rhymes.

My problems are quite minuscule
I'm humbled to the core
Remembering
Disabled folk
Who'll ever walk no more.

The wheelies are a testament
Their talents are unreal
In painting
And the written word
And playing sport on wheels.

They put us upright folk to shame
Our pity they don't need
They've courage, guts
Tenacity
And pride that we should heed.

A temporary captive in my chair
My problems are so small
I "dips me lid"
To real heroes
Brave wheelies, champions all!

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