MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY
If you were a disabled child
Wouldn't it drive you nearly wild
To see the able-bodied swinging,
Climbing. clambering, clutching, clinging?
Wouldn't you say 'Let's stay indoors.
It wont be fun at the park because
I'll just be stuck in this old chair
And none of the children seem to care.
I'll hear them laughing, hear them shouting,
And I know I'm bound to hate the outing
Because of the things that they can do,
And I know my dreams cannot come true.
I want to float, I want to fly!
I want to spring up to the sky!
I want to feel the air go swish!
I wish. I wish. I wish. I wish........'
This swing is not a work of art;
It's a clunky thing and not too smart.
But push a wheel-chair on to it
And see how safely it will fit.
Start to push and you will see
A magical look of ecstasy,
As a child, immobile as a rule,
Starts to laugh and play the fool!
Starts to crow with pure delight!
Starts to beg for greater height!
Starts to shout 'I'm flying! Flying!
I can move yet I'm not trying!'
And, like other girls and boys,
Squeals with a truly rapturous noise!
Swing High, Sweet Chariot! How it brings
The greatest gift! The gift of wings!
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