LD Unexplained To Me
Robert John Meehan
i have a disability
his name is LD
i think he lives
deep inside of me
my mom sometimes cries
she's afraid you see
i think she thinks
she'll catch it from me
i go to the doctor
down neath the stairs
she comes to get me
while my whole class stares
she's fixing my progress
without shots or pills
i hope poor progress
ain't a disease that kills
i don't feel a hurt
but i'm a little scared though
can i be like the others
or will my LD soon show
will there be spots
or pox or an itchy rash
or will my body just melt
into a pile of trash
i don't want LD
its scary to me
what can i do
to rid it from me
my teacher is nicer
and kinder to me
cause she's moved
her desk closer to me
i know just why
she did this for me
we were nicer and kinder
to aunt rose before she died...you see
will i have to get shots
and amputations too
or will i be in much pain
before all this is through
when the whispering stops
will someone just say
let's bow our heads
for this poor boy we pray
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