I am not afraid to show my Stump
Where my Right Leg used to be,
Hit by a Supermarket Trolley,
In the year Two Thousand and Three.
Diagnosed in Two Thousand and Fourteen,
When a MRI Scan was done,
It happened to me ~ but,
It could have happened to anyone.
Wheelchair bound am I now,
Living two foot off the ground,
How do I plan my Future,
Wheeling myself round and round.
Life will no longer be a picnic,
Each action will have to be planned,
Lest I shall forget ~
And on my missing leg try to stand.
I know that it does not exist,
Only one leg have I now,
To lead a full Life from two foot high,
LORD ~ YOU will show me how.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 20 April 2014.
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