Wheelchair
He cannot taste the freedom
Of walking once again
The days and nights may come
His legs feel no more pain.
Like a candle melting slowly
His life just ebbs away
And fleeting Hope may swiftly
Leave words he cannot pray.
Illness had brought him there
Imprisoned in his wheelchair
The chains although unseen
Is his permanent affair.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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