“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
“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
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
I Love listening to Ray
I’ll jam to him til my dying day
That’s one piano man that really could play
It was always amazing to me
That even though he couldn’t see,
somehow he never hit a sour key
By:J.N.R Dutton
Crippled by incompetence,
medical negligence on the part of trainee physicians
but it’s always been said,
“you can’t sue the military medical establishment & win”
By:J.N.R Dutton
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
Struck stone blind in his left eye
the other one is going, too
He fears the day he can’t see to write
What’s a blind poet to do?
By:J.N.R Dutton
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
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
When he was born
His Dr’s thought he would surely die
but they never knew the strength
of the warrior spirit he had inside
It’s thirty something years on
& he is still alive
and every day with every heartbeat
He chooses to fight and thrive
By: J.N.R Dutton