Emerging
Courageous online Magazine – Poetry
I'm
learning each and everyday, from a young man who can hardly speak
He teaches me something new each day, as I watch him mop and sweep
His staggered gait doesn't stop him, from walking to work each day
And every time I talk to him, he has a smile and a nice word to say
As he struggles to open the liner, to empty the trash each night
I am reminded of how much he has, vision cleared with true insight
He has no degrees or education, but he is wiser than most I've met
And tonight I saw him setting alone, head bowed--he seemed upset
"What's wrong Brandon?", I asked--he replied, "Nothing is wrong
with me."
"I feel bad for a kid I saw, he's little and can't even see!"
So when I think I have it bad, feeling down and emotionally flat
I think of Brandon and start to wonder, ...
"Who has the handicap?"
Brian
G. Jett – © 1998
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