"The Little Cripple"
THE LITTLE CRIPPLE
I WATCHED THE LITTLE CRIPPLED BOY,
AS HE STRUGGLED ALONG THE STREET;
HIS LEGS DANGLED LIMPLY,
YET, HIS AURA WAS BRAVE AND SWEET.
AS HE SLOWLY HOBBLED ALONG,
MOVING CAREFULLY UPON EACH CRUTCH;
HE SEEMED OBLIVIOUS TO HIS PLIGHT,
AS THOUGH IT DIDN'T MATTER MUCH.
THINKING ABOUT PEOPLE IN GENERAL,
AND HOW WE MOAN AND COMPLAIN;
I MARVELED AT THIS CRIPPLED BOY,
WHO WAS SHOWING NO DISDAIN!
AS HE DREW HIMSELF CLOSER,
I NOTICED SWEAT, UPON HIS BROW;
FOR A SPLIT SECOND ...OUR EYES MET,
HE GAVE ME A GREAT BIG SMILE!
I TURNED, AS HE WENT DOWN THE STREET,
HIS YOUNG SPIRIT FILLED WITH JOY;
I LEARNED AN IMPORTANT LESSON THAT DAY,
BECAUSE OF THAT LITTLE BOY.
I REALIZED, WHILE OBSERVING HIM,
THAT LIFE HAS MANY SORROWS;
BUT, NO MATTER WHAT MY BURDEN IS,
I WILL BRAVELY FACE MY TOMORROWS!
COPYRIGHT 1998 JUDITH JOHNSON KYPTA
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