Walking Frame. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
I got up from my wheelchair
and used my walking frame
I nearly fell over.
Who can I blame?
Tell someone in a wheelchair
That they need to exercise
Expect to get a glare or two
From incredulous eyes
After two weeks in a wheelchair
I found I'd put on weight
I walked at night to the bathroom
Next day I got up late
I have to get back on my feet
For ten seconds or more
I promise I'll do more next week
I might walk as far as the door
I did exercise while in my bed
Rolled my shoulders, rocked my head
I lifted my feet in the sky
And waved both hands to say goodbye
The physio said
When you're sitting in your seat
I want you marching
Both your feet
Life is what it is
No point moaning
You'll be happier
Creating seratonin
I've followed their instructions
To the letter
Now I deserve
To get better.
But if I don't
What can I say?
Whether walking, sitting, standing
Lucky you. Have a nice day.
-ends-
Confession time. The first verse was added to my poem about exrcise and a wheelchair because I had a picture of a walking frame.
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