Thanks To Life Poem by Noble Udoka Oduko

I av bn lucky in lyf. I wake up n find myself suck in air wt no aid

N i stand up n pace around wt limbs in place
I most tyms c to eat bt wen i dnt, it isnt cos d belly does nt want bt cos d dinning is in want
I, howeva, dnt boda cos evrytn has its tym. Tym 2 eat n tym 2 go hungry. Wen ds hapns i undstand n bide my tym

I stand on d street n see tns. Though my syt isnt dat gud i see enof behind my spec dat tns ar fyn.
My ear gets romanced by voices low n hi 2 d joy of my hrt.
Bt somhow d joy grows stale n dat is wen it hits me dat som are they who wt me cant tel ds tale: D deaf, d blind, crippl-our comrades-u knw dem

Bt I may nt b dat ryt 4 in dia soul they may b alright. In any case, our joy is drawn 4rm d bryt syd of lyf
N everybody has his.