If just for one day...
You wake up every morning to a wonderful sunshine
You are able to walk into the bathroom
You are able to control the temperature of the shower
Your towel is washed every 3 days
Yet, all these are meaningless to you…
“Oh no, it’s another working day” you say
You enter the dining room to the aromatic smell of the coffee
You are able to maneuver the folk and spoon
You are able to reach over the far end of the dining table
You are able to choose tea over coffee
Your breakfast is served every morning
Yet, all these are meaningless to you…
“Oh no, the eggs are over boiled” you say
If just for one day, not much I would say
Your neck lost its strength
Your nerves betrayed you
Your limbs no longer yours
Your wheelchair becomes your permanent seat
Would you then, miss the wonderful sunshine? or the aromatic smell of the coffee?
Your start the car engine and turn on the morning radio
You are able to pick the songs you like
You are able to shift the gear to your desired speed
You are able to beat the red light
Your car overtakes motorbikes and bicycles
Yet, all these are meaningless to you…
“Oh no, I hate traffic jam” you say
You sit in an air-conditioned room to start your work
You are able to sort out the disorganized documents
You are able to joke with your colleagues
You are able to put what you’ve learned into practice
Your pay cheque writes four figures
Yet, all these are meaningless to you…
“Oh no, if I could have a better job” you say.
If just for one day, not much I would say
Your neck lost its strength
Your nerves betrayed you
Your limbs no longer yours
Your wheelchair becomes your permanent seat
Would you then, miss the traffic jam? or the hectic working life?
Specially dedicated to John Chong
(taken on 26-11-2006 at Genting with John in centre)