Disabled

“Disabled”,

that’s what they call it

& that word I admit

burns me quite a bit

If you knew me, you’d find

My body is kind of broken,

but not my spirit

or my mind

By:J.N.R Dutton

Singing A Different Tune

This is the story of a man,

whose body has betrayed him

He’s been living on a welfare check

& there’s people who shame him

but they don’t really understand

never walked a mile in his shoes

If they had even for a moment,

If they had a clue what he goes through

Just to be able to do

the most basic things

They’d have a little empathy,

they would be

singing a different tune

By:J.N.R Dutton

Joe & Daisy

People said, Joe’s thread was off his spool,

Or that he had bats in the belfry,

All the little euphemisms you’d expect there’d be,

for someone the neighborhood claimed was crazy

Everybody, that is, but Daisy May

Her parents told her to stay away,

But she went to see Joe anyway

she knew the truth, he was perfectly sane,

what they really hated him for was,

he walked with a cane

Then came the day they ran away,

they’re married now, with a baby on the way

By: J.N.R Dutton

Walk

Some people would say I walk funny,

the assertion is true,

in fact right on the money

I used to crave to be normal

but I accept now some things

are beyond a person’s control

I used to be ashamed,

every time I’d stumble or fall

while doing something as simple

as walking down a hall,

because my legs gave out suddenly,

due to my disability

but now honestly,

I’m grateful just

that I can walk at all

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

 

 

 

New Poem

He would work if he could, he’s really tried,

his body is broken and that daily grieves his mind

Ignorant people scream and shout,

shaming him for taking a hand out,

but what they call a hand out

He takes as a hand up,

A much needed lifeline

since things have been rough

something he can use

not just to survive

but to invest in his future, and

to build a better life

One day they may find out

What it’s like to need help too…

Before casting stones at the struggling

Walk a mile in their shoes,

Please, dear ones, remember…

it could easily be you

By: J.N.R Dutton