The world looks different from down here,
looks so much larger from a wheelchair.
Eyes are higher and the sky is farther;
how much further Heaven and the Holy Father?
The products at the grocery store,
at this eyesight, are little more
than the market brands and left-behinds.
The good stuff is where common eyes line.
And so many bums: big and small
and twig and round; I’ve seen them all.
A lie to say no merriment,
but equal parts in detriment.
And from down here, it takes a time
to prove maturity is mine;
the cripple’s voice is second’ry.
A freak’s accord would your sense heed?
It’s not all good and not all bad,
but certainly a diff’rent world I've had.
The world is different from down here,
so much larger from a wheelchair.