How To Be Me

How different the day would be
If my legs were not wheels,
Stepping on people’s toes instead
Of running into heels.

How easier the day would be
To walk instead of roll,
Doing things that everyone can
Do to fulfill the soul.

How cleaner my whole world would be
If dirt I did not track,
Keeping things from becoming soiled,
That’s something I do lack.

How prettier my frame would be
If bones were strong and straight,
Muscles not causing me to jerk,
Scaring away a mate.

How freely would self-consciousness
Not be ruled by my lame fears.
By letting things stand in my way
I’ve wasted many years.

How truly I do contemplate
How changed my life would be.
How ordinary and so plain;
I’d not be the same me.