I just read a really great book about a girl who gets paralyzed from the waist down. It inspired me to write a poem...so here it is. The title may confuse you until you read to the end.
The Lucky One
Paralyzed. Now i can't walk.
Seems there's no hope at all.
He came once a week to have a talk
That guy that stopped my fall.
He risked his life for me, a girl he didn't know.
But the car still hit me. It was fast and he was slow.
I don't know how to thank him, words couldn't say enough.
I know i'll be there for him, when times are getting rough.
A terrible accident, but a friendship begun,
Even though i can't walk, i'm the lucky one.
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Poetry By A Teenage Aspiring Writer
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