Twisted Limbs Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg
Twisted Limbs
I see a man with twisted limbs
Who has wheels to take him home
A kindly man, a friendly man,
Who need never ride alone.
He has no chip on his shoulder,
Though life has not been kind.
He accepts his fate and constant pain,
Revelling in his fertile mind.
Some men fear him because he is different
They try to hurt him, call him names.
Others rally to protect their friend
From the taunts and cruel games.
So, which man is the cripple?
One with twisted limbs that are no use,
Or the one who has a twisted mind,
And feels the need to shout abuse?
wonderful poem. beautiful ending. 'So, which man is the cripple? One with twisted limbs that are no use, Or the one who has a twisted mind, And feels the need to shout abuse? ' voted10 surya
Oh this is a very creative piece of work ma'am.. I do agree.. you give a great message, and you expressed yourself in the most effective way. good thoughts expressed in most argumentative and creative manner loves shan
Another view of man's inhumanity to man! Yet we call ourselves...civilized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 3:35:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You mentioned to me about a great big stick.....thats what we need - to use it on the twisted minds... Cheers. Subroto