Don't look with pity at him sitting there
Just because he's sitting in a wheelchair.
Don't look with pity in your eyes
There comes a day when you must realise
That it's not his mind that is paralysed.
Don't look with pity as he walks through the crowd
For in his mind he walks tall and proud.
Don't look with pity at him and his walking stick
His movements are slow but his mind is quick
Don't come to me and ask if he's all right
He's got ears that can listen and eyes that have sight.
He has a tongue in his head
Just bend down and ask him and not me instead.
There's one thing he hates if you please
He doesn't like conversation with people's knees.
So crouch down low and look him in the eyes
And to your surprise you will see that he is good company
There is a wealth of stories from his mind
Of deeds he has done true and kind.
Stories of his life funny and sad
You could write a book about the experiences he's had.
Lady killer, Casanova, lover, Jack the lad.
If one day you are passing and you should see
Somebody with a disability
Remember these words and bear in mind
We are all from the same race, human kind.
Though their bodies are weak and have something wrong
They all have got feelings and minds that are strong
With those last words the poem must end
I wrote this for Jimmy my best friend.