Boy in a Wheelchair

Sometimes from glimpses of individuals in the crowd, I wonder what life is like for them. This is a poem exploring a fragment of that scene. Obviously there would be times of frustration but I saw at that moment only acceptance and alert interest in the world around.

Boy in a Wheelchair

I saw the boy pushed in wheelchair
His gaze alert, with smiling face
No sign of unhappiness or despair
But happiness and shining grace

I thought of his life, from day to day
He seemed accepting of his fate
I feel compassion, need to pray
Of his life ahead, that not so great

Yet there he was, just smiling on
A glimpse, no more, that I saw
And wheeled past, then was gone
No sign of suffering that he bore

How to make sense, I do not know
His shining face, his grace bestow