The young boy missing legs and feet,
Missing all that such limbs could do
That could help to make life complete.
Perhaps a dream that could come true,
If medical technology,
That can provide replacement limb,
Would somehow by powers that be,
Be such a gift given to him.
It is a fate of circumstance
That this young boy finds he must live.
But fate can provide him a chance
If and when there's a will to give.
Tomorrow, hopefully will walk.
Today, draws legs and feet in chalk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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