WHO HAS THE HANDICAP?


I'm learning each and everyday, from a young man who can hardly speak
He teaches me something new each day, as I watch him mop and sweep

His staggered gate doesn't stop him, from walking to work each day
And everytime I talk to him, he has a smile and a nice word to say

As he struggles to open the liner, to empty the trash each night
I am reminded of how much he has, visioned cleared with true insight

He has no degrees or education, but he is wiser than most I've met
And tonight I saw him sitting alone, head bowed--he seemed upset

"What's wrong Brandon?", I asked
He replied, "Nothing is wrong with me."
"I feel bad for a kid I saw, he's little and can't even see!"

So when I think I have it bad, feeling down and emotionally flat
I think of Brandon and start to wonder, who has the handicap?

Copyright © 1999 Brian G. Jett --- Kentucky

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