Turning Spokes With Hope

Living in this wheelchair,
Turning spokes with hope,
Looking out at athletes,
My teardrops nearly choke.

Keeping up appearances,
Smiling for my mum,
I wish had my legs back,
So I could dearly run.

Looking at the stars at night,
Sitting on this knoll,
Wishing I was up there too,
Shining oh so bright.

Giving guidance,
Giving hope,
Letting people see,
That all that white sheer brilliance,
Was just only me.

Living in this wheelchair,
Looking at the ground,
Wishing I was like some kids,
And on the footy ground.

Keeping up appearances,
Smiling for my mum,
I wish had my legs back,
So I could dearly run.

My time is nearly up now,
I have to go inside,
To go onto the respirator,
By my parents side.

So think not I am lonely,
For I have friends galore,
They read to me the poems,
The footy scores as well.

Living in this wheelchair,
Every single day,
Making everyone happy,
Makes my happy day.

Keeping up appearances,
Smiling for my mum,
I know I can’t have my legs back,
But still I can have some fun.