You Don’t Know How Lucky You Are: A Gimpy Monologue
I sit and I roll, sometimes a dream standing and walking.
People say, “you’re so lucky you always have a chair with you.”
Shel Silverstein (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
While I’m thinking, you never really think before you speak do you?
Sometimes I wish I could be a chef, but then I realize that I may be too short,
my hands too jittery, it might mean severe injury,, and at worst death.
I wish I could make you see how lucky you all are, but then the more I say,
the more you fold your hands to your heart and begin to pity me.
you don’t understand the meaning of your own lives,
you wander around aimlessly like sheep,
with nothing for which to strive,
I wish I could make you see how lucky you all are.
to have legs that work,
to be judged on your merit
rather than what looks to be an ever present seated carriage,
racism and sexism may be bad,
but sometimes I think that this is at the very least just as sad.
it makes you think like a Shel Silverstein poem,
you think you know him, just because of all those children’s books.
knowing that you own ’em.
but like him, it’s more complicated than that,
it’s not as simple as the story of the cat in the hat.
and yes I know he didn’t write that!
but you get my point,
you don’t know how lucky you all are.