THE WHEELCHAIR DANCER

Way back in the disco days
I first became aware
of the daring, Dancin’ Soldier
In the VA wheelchair.
He’d roll right in, get a drink,
Then look around and grin,
And when a favorite song came on
He’d start to roll and spin.
He’d sometimes ask me for a dance
And we would twirl around ~
Him in that old wheelchair
(and me, so earthly bound).
He never lacked for partners
He glided like a bird ~
And as for bravery, my friend,
He gave meaning to the word.

©Christina Sharik
1997