Frank E Gibbard Posted August 23, 2012 Share Posted August 23, 2012 Locked into this frozen world, Like a caged bird looking out Forlornly from a stunted state, Fate had shorn body's wings Stayed flights he may fancy. Struck by Life's cruel lottery, Has been handed the penalty By injustice without any parole, A long sentence not deserved, Served in but a word, disabled. Let free at last now he was tall, High in his chair by own merit. Sublime delight to have made it, In position for his sport's reward Albeit deemed as geometrically Only parallel to Olympic heights. From his perspective and angle, An award equal to in its degree To a riband of any level or colour. Not for him the apex of medal d'or Or that glint of silver on his breast, For the bronze he'd proudly settle By test of mettle proven, enabled. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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