Still Me by Kenyatta DaCosta

I was quite old before use of a chair

was made by an accident that daily affair.

it wasn't the easiest but it's not like I bust.

At first it was hard but I did adjust.

 

The funny thing is I stayed much the same. 

My biggest interest still in the spiritual plane.

One might confuse my activity as lazy 

but I am pondering hard, “ why this world so crazy?”

 

But in my chair doing more sitting

the answers I sought, weren't so hidden.

They came to me through books and reflections

often suggested by friends and connections.

 

Working with others to get things done,

I found many a project a lot more fun.

I think that is why my rewards seem expanded

with collaboration, results are better than planneded.

 

As you may have guessed from this poem on stage

I am not diminished by less use of my legs.

Some endeavors are not only unbroken

but have been so productive they've left me quite stokened.

 

Am I saying life is better when sitting in a chair?

Maybe just a little, I know that doesn't seem fair.

But that's my experience, it might not be yours.

Perhaps your life is best with two legs or four.

 

All I am saying is that through the change to a seat,

my drives did not alter and my life is just as complete.