I'm walking around the world,
On my hands so I can see,
If the world looks any different,
Of the way upright seems to be.
I could have walked it on two feet,
As normally I do.
But this wouldn't show others, .
Those differences in me to you.
Your reactions seen as you hear of my quest,
That I'm giving God my all.
He's showing me some of mans worst and best.
He is showing me, them all.
The grass looks somewhat greener,
And the sky is now an upside-down sky blue.
But the souls of mankind, seem the same,
as the first view I had of you.
People scoff and they laugh at me,
When on clumsy sored hands I lumbar by.
It makes me feel so sad they feel this way,
And that they don't take the time to ask me, ' why? '
Just tried to make a difference,
And see your differences too.
I guess I've seen what I needed to see,
From my upside down view of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem