| Don't Call Me Disabled Don't call me disabled, that's not really true. How would you like it, if that's what I called YOU? Don't tell me I am not normal, it hurts me thru & thru. What's normal for me is not normal for you. Just because I am ill, and I am not like you. Don't just tell me, what I can't do. I may not be called a Cadillac or a Rolls Royce However my illness, was not my choice. For everything you tell me, that I can't do There is something else, I CAN show you. First you say, that I can't walk or run. However, I CAN still have lots of fun. I might be in an awful lot of pain. Give me a moment, I will smile again. I might need time to adjust. I know God is where I place my trust. Next you tell me, I can't work any more. Oh yes I CAN, Pain is quite a chore. Now you say, I can't socialize. I am here to tell you, that's all just lies. I talk and visit more friends than you each day. I visit, with my computer, it's just another way. For all the things you say I can't do. I might just agree "if" I were you. I am just thankful that I am me! God will help me "Be all that I CAN be" You see Everyone is special, in their own way. It's just different, the way we live each day. Yes, I might struggle more than you. But God gave me knowledge on How to DO! He gives me strength to learn each day. How to do everything in a different way. Even tho I am sick and sometimes weak. Everyday it's "me" to whom He will speak. All poems Copyright ©Joynheart Please do not copy or reprint without permission from author. Joynheart@aol.com or JoAnn Kranik 13520 Marlin Avenue Baton Rouge, La. 70818 <A HREF="http://members.aol.com/_ht_a/joynheart/myhomepage/index.html" >Poetry by Joynheart</A> |
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