I sit watching people pass by.
Those who think they have lives ignore me,
those who do not look at me with desire.
Why, I have so little to offer,
they can not see, that i do not see.
They walk well and walk past
and I, I sit, waiting.
Patience is not an easy thing.
It is almost a year. since the operation,
That save my life, but took the life I knew
and changed it forever.
It is not easy sitting, but it is what I do best now.
I stand, I stumble.
I walk, I fall.
Those who look with envy, what do they see?
Those who do not look at all, what have they missed?