Born less than perfect
Quietly sitting in my holding chair
Be my body a prison or a temple there
I feel lifes pain but I cant express
The joys of living put to the test
When I feel the rain my soul delights
As the morning steals away the night
Seeing natures flowers as they grow
Watch their Autumn leaves put on a colour show
I see many facing life in need
Victims of mans unsavoury greed
I feel their pain I hear their cry
As they chase a world that’s passing by
But trapped in here I do no wrong
To face each day I must be strong
To cherish a world of hope denied
Where be I whole or part I must abide
So look you not through me for I am here
Be you aware I too have fears
Though my hopes and dreams they may be small
When we stand together we grow ever tall
P.J. Brennan
