This poem expresses the longing of a man confined to a wheelchair to experience freedom of movement and engage with the world. It describes the wheelchair as a "jail" and "prison" that imprisons his soul and prevents him from walking, experiencing happiness, escaping dark corners, tasting sugar, and smelling "the fumes of life." The man feels like a "burden" and wants to "break a leg" and be able to help others instead of relying on them for assistance.
This poem expresses the longing of a man confined to a wheelchair to experience freedom of movement and engage with the world. It describes the wheelchair as a "jail" and "prison" that imprisons his soul and prevents him from walking, experiencing happiness, escaping dark corners, tasting sugar, and smelling "the fumes of life." The man feels like a "burden" and wants to "break a leg" and be able to help others instead of relying on them for assistance.
This poem expresses the longing of a man confined to a wheelchair to experience freedom of movement and engage with the world. It describes the wheelchair as a "jail" and "prison" that imprisons his soul and prevents him from walking, experiencing happiness, escaping dark corners, tasting sugar, and smelling "the fumes of life." The man feels like a "burden" and wants to "break a leg" and be able to help others instead of relying on them for assistance.
This poem expresses the longing of a man confined to a wheelchair to experience freedom of movement and engage with the world. It describes the wheelchair as a "jail" and "prison" that imprisons his soul and prevents him from walking, experiencing happiness, escaping dark corners, tasting sugar, and smelling "the fumes of life." The man feels like a "burden" and wants to "break a leg" and be able to help others instead of relying on them for assistance.
Your love brings sunshine as I walk, Your love sings music so lovely to hear, Your love dances with mine so comforting, How I wish your love is eternal.
Your love makes me see the essence of being loved,
Your love inspires my soul not be afraid, Your love shows me that love still do exist, Your love drives me towards the happy ending, How I wish your love is eternal.
Your love is the source why I’m so enthusiastic,
Your love is the reason why I’m so delightful, Your love is the amulet for I have so much luck, Your love is the lamp glowing in the dark, How I wish your love is eternal. Wheelchair Man
The round metal wheel,
Like the arms of the clock that tic tac and point, Calf strap and footplate, where his feet rely on, To the arm rest that gives him comfort, To the back rest like a shoulder to lean on, A wheel chair is like a companion, But a wheel chair imprisoned his soul.
Long lost lousy lame,
That’s how a man felt like within its moving wheel. Ups and down seem impossible to carry on, And live a life that shouts happiness. Its dark corners are visible; He smiles yet thirsty of freedom, Thus, he hates to be a burden to everyone.
His soul wants to escape this jail:
He wants to break a leg and becomes gold to others; His heart sings for bereavement, Like a music that lost its tune; Wanted to taste the sweetness of sugar; Aims to smell the fumes of life, That’s how a life would be like to a man on a wheelchair. My Favorite Shot!
This photo was taken during 2023 New Year’s Day
Celebration. The tic tac of the clock with the cock-a-doodle-doo of our neighbour’s roosters awaken the squad sprightly. We were bound to go swim-eat-talk-make-fun that day with smiling faces embracing the breeze of a chilly river near our home. That’s how we celebrate New Year’s Day every year. The ground was scattered with the debris and I was under this gigantic tree standing in happiness with my favorite person, my mom. As the wind whispered from the chilly river behind us, mom wore a smile as bright as the sun when the camera clicked. She was wearing a simple white long sleeve and a pair of jeans, holding her precious phone on her right hand. As you can see, a simple woman but her heart is pure that makes me want to give her a happy world.
She sometimes stood so shy but she can also talk
like a clown. Tear drops in her eyes easily fell down when she’s hurt or loneliness catch her heart. But behind those characteristics she is the unbreakable rock. She made the world for us, her nine children, constructed a well-directed path and planted the root of determination and goodness in our heart.
Seeing her smile makes my heart so warm. She is
my gold, the treasure I will never let go of. Oh father! I hope you’re here to see that genuine smile of her.