I don’t really need this,
I need the money
your more likely to give
for my kids and
a rapidly advancing
habit.
I can’t get government aid
as I was discharged from the
military
dishonorably.
I write for my sanity
and hopefully for
sustenance one day
I’m an artist,
a poet,
a lover,
father,
and friend to many
and
a job could never
pay this well
but,
don’t let the wheelchair fool ya’
I don’t need this chair,
you do,
to give you a reason
to care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning and brilliant in its truth, Jon. I was riveted to every line.