Poetry of the Anonymous

XXIII - Parable of Paralysis

There was a kid who was paralysed

His life flew past him as he fantasised

About a girl by whom he was mesmerized

Until his dreams became utterly metabolized

He knew there was no just way

That he could ever pluck up the courage and say

That she's all he thought about every day

Until one warm evening in May

When he finally realised who he wanted to be

That maybe he was more than just what people could see

Maybe he could do the impossible if he'd just believe

Like a magician he thought he had a few tricks up his sleeve

So he worked out a plan

He'd dress up smart like a real man

Get her flowers and push his hair back with a gigantic fan

He thought if this doesn't work then nothing can

He decided to talk to her when they were at school

But he was worried about looking like a fool

He wandered if she'd think he was a tool

Or maybe she'd laugh because he wasn't very cool

He was rehearsing his lines in his bedroom mirror

When he saw her walking outside and up his spine he got a shiver

He couldn't believe it this was too good to miss

All he could think about was what if they kissed

Then his heart sunk down to the ground

As he heard a great roaring sound

And realised it wouldn't be him that she'd be glad to have found

Because in a wheelchair he'd always be confound

As she moved further out of sight

His heart went cold like he got frostbite

And he realised for the first time in his life

That he was paralyzed in more than just one way

For the girl that he'd let walk astray

Was now to be nothing more than a memory of his past's future wife