Don't Call Me Disabled



Don't call me disabled, that's not really true.

How would you like it, if that's what I called YOU?


Don't tell me I am not normal, it hurts me thru & thru.

What's normal for me is not normal for you.


Just because I am ill, and I am not like you.

Don't just tell me, what I can't do.


I may not be called a Cadillac or a Rolls Royce

However my illness, was not my choice.


For everything you tell me, that I can't do

There is something else, I CAN show you.




First you say, that I can't walk or run.

However, I CAN still have  lots of fun.


I might be in an awful lot of pain.

Give me a moment, I will smile again.


I might need time to adjust.

I know God is where I place my trust.


Next you tell me, I can't work any more.

Oh yes I CAN, Pain is quite a chore.


Now you say, I can't socialize.

I am here to tell you, that's all just lies.




I talk and visit more friends than you each day.

I visit, with my computer, it's just another way.


For all the things you say I can't do.

I might just agree "if" I were you.


I am just thankful that I am me!

God will help me "Be all that I CAN be"





You see Everyone is special, in their own way.

It's just different, the way we live each day.


Yes, I might struggle more than you.

But God gave me knowledge on How to DO!


He gives me strength to learn each day.

How to do everything in a different way.


Even tho I am sick and sometimes weak.


Everyday it's "me" to whom He will speak.


All poems Copyright © Joynheart

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