A lonely child is playing
He can't hear what they are saying
The birds, the bells, the traffic
noise
Are not any of this child's toys.
A lonely child is sitting
He can't see the butterfly flitting
The colors, the flowers, the golden
sunset
Are not things this child has met.
A lonely child is crying
He wants to keep on trying
To catch up with the others
But his legs don't work like his brother's.
A happy child is playing
He has a friend who's saying"
Come be with me, and together we
Will run and talk and see
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NOTE: this was written during
a time when I was doing a lot of work in the disabled
community and I was working with the deaf, the blind and
the physically challenged.
