Through The Eyes Of A Quad

Through The Eyes Of A Quad

by Bud Lemire in 1993

I'm stuck here in the wheelchair all day long

Thinking back to that day when it all went wrong

It was a nightmare on how I got here

An accident, a mishap, and my worst fear

We're limited to our movement of each body part

It hasn't effected our brain, we're still just as smart

I'm mostly paralyzed, with spasms that move me

But not in the way I'd like it to be

We need exercises done every night and every day

Spasms are set off if you move us the wrong way

I need assistance in almost all that I do

Sometimes I even wish that I were you

My independence is very important to me

I do as much for myself, I like to be free

Don't help us all the time, unless we ask you to

Because we like our freedom to do all we can do

Sometimes the pain is more than I can stand

But I'm sitting, fighting it the best that I can

My morning care can take so much time before it's complete

Most people don't realize my situation, having full use of their feet

My hands don't move like I'd want them to

My signature probably resembles a scribble to you

My Power Chair is how I get from here to there

Without it I'd be stuck, life can be unfair

If I become irritated, understand and be fair

I've been sitting all day in this wheelchair

Upside down and inside out, our life has really changed

Mostly everything we do, must be carefully arranged

Friends I knew before this happened, ignore me as they do

But I'm basically the same person who was a friend to you

Someday I'll walk again, at least I hope

Until that day arrives, I'll do my best to cope

If by chance you see me in my wheelchair, and think that I am odd

Then it's time for you to see life Through The Eyes Of A Quad

For two special Quads, Bob & Mike.

Dedicated to Quadriplegics everywhere. Quadriplegia!