My bones creak and groan
making me lame with pain,
forcing me to hobble around
on crutches at home.
However, my mind still works
and it’s a “live wire”
and it still runs
while I can’t walk.
Twinges of pain prevent me
from bending down
making it hard for me
to put on my socks.
A milestone was reached when
my “live wire” mind met
the computer, the relationship
opened a whole new world.
Medicines help, but they
are not the be all and end all,
making me highly restricted
in what I’m allowed to do.
Further milestones were reached
when I connected the internet
giving my “live wire” mind
a far greater range.
So although lame and restricted
I’m free with the computer
and the internet so my mind can
fly around in the literary world.
Even though I belong to the
“grey haired set” and even though
I’m lame and hobbling around
my “live wire” mind is still young.
Free to write poetry
in any direction I please.
The lame man
dancing on the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem