Stitches Poem by Michael Oluwasegun Adesiji

Having no shoes, I cried.
Until I found he who had no legs.
Having no bed brought tears
Upon a mat that tears at each stretch.

Seeing became more
Than just a privilege
Since I tour the world with no third leg
Just these bare and wrinkled two.

Having no supporter, I broke.
Till I found a broken spine
Being wheeled away
By a kind supporter behind.

Having no money, I wept.
Till I learnt I own a gift
A certain owner envies
For these I wiped all tears
I learnt life is never going to be fair.

The ones I own;
A dream to a stranger.
The ones I underrate;
Another's everyday prayer.

Having it all
May seem impossible
Yet, isn't impossible.
Everything maybe quite expensive
But, of all
Happiness remains free
And whoever has this, has each
And everything.

•Stitches•

©Onyedikachi: The Cub To The Seven Gods.

N: B The making of this poem was inspired by the poet's sight of a set of disabled people playing sports and feeling so happy doing what they do, these lovelies have a common goal to participate at the paralympics and he couldn't be happy enough at their ability to overcome their fears as a team.

You've got to be happy!
There is an Ability In every Dis-Ability.