Lost my leg in an accident,
But got a good prosthetic one.
And on with life with zest I went.
Went to skydive to have some fun.
Made a grand leap out of the plane.
What a rush falling free and fast.
Excitement I could barely contain.
After allotted time had passed,
I pulled the rip cord for the chute.
As I was jerked up in the air,
I felt a rip in my flight suit.
Suddenly, something was not there.
Missing was my extremity.
Oh where, oh where could that leg be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem