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Date Posted: 04:34:47 10/15/02 Tue
I sit at my window watching, all that happens far down below,
At the crowds milling round together, dashing about to and fro,
There’s Blondes, Redheads, Brunettes and Bald heads more than a few,
There’s even a Cat and a Dog now; it looks like they’ve joined a queue.
The hustle and bustle has eased now the offices open for work,
Then mad throng of people is gone; the few that are left stand and talk,
A figure comes down the street now, looks up and catches my eye,
Waves and continues on forward, waves again as if in goodbye,
The picture below changes often, depending on time of the day,
But for me it’s a marvellous sight, as I sit at this window and pray,
I pray for the souls down below me, I pray for those I can’t see,
I’d love to be down there among them to walk unhindered and free,
At last the one I’m waiting for comes strolling slowly on down,
Then turns to enter my building, after checking her purse with a frown,
I hear the lift doors closing and the whirr as it’s starting to rise,
I move to the door and am waiting, for the nurse to give me a smile,
She straps me into my wheelchair, takes my pulse and picks up the phone,
Then she wheels me into the lift, and casually gets out her comb,
As the lift continues it’s journey, my hair it is combed from my face,
I wish I could do it myself, I wish I could walk from this place.
A quadriplegic I am now and quadriplegic I will always be,
For I drank and I drove my car, straight into a 40-foot tree.
I think now of all I have suffered by my own stupidity,
And I pray that no others follow to end up a cripple like me.
© Alan G.T. Mason 09 Aug 2001
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