The Boy Without Legs

There was once a boy without legs

He went everywhere without them

He spoke to everybody he met

He pushed himself far on the track

And in schoolwork he did not lack

And he had lots of friends, he wasn’t missing those.

But when he sees someone run for a ball

Or walk with a loved one

In his stomach is a tight ball

That constricts and twists and hurts

And he watches the birds and knows

that where others go, man will follow.

So on he goes soldiering on without

the legs he lost when he was young

and into adventures on blades

Maybe, who knows.

There is a moral to this tale

one that’s hard to put into words

It’s more the feeling the little boy

without legs gets when watching the flight of birds.

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