In the Park

Looking out my window,
green as far as I can see.
Wish I could go out,
but I'm stuck in this wheel-chair, not free.

So I grit my teeth, and roll
out into the park.
I sit there all day,
even when it gets dark.

I love the park, birds sing,
kids on the swing.
The trouble is
I can't do anything.

But as I sit and wonder,
a little child comes for a talk.
he looks at me and ask,
why can you not walk?

I say: Oh I can walk,
I just like to sit a lot.
The kids looks with a funny grin,
as if to say, bad sin.

I love the kids and their attitudes,
quite nice real young dudes.
I just wish adults were the same,
I tell ya there are a lot, I could blame.

Why this? and why that?
You have a hard life, such a shame.
The kids are much better,
it's the adults I blame.