
I saddled my wheelchair or perhaps might be my scooter
No-one in the way so I do not need a hooter
And now for a check that nothing is forgot
My telephone and some money, I do not need a lot
Examine the battery, is there enough power
Look up to the sky, I do not need a shower
Now the door is open and I am on my way
I have to turn the corner, what a wonderful display
Full power is on the motor, I do not have to leg it
Ready to leave the estate by the normal tunnel of exit
That tunnel reminds me of the tunnel gladiators came out of to enter the ring. You’re a gladiator of life, ready to take on the world. Cool poem.
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I often feel like a gladiator when I am on my way, although I dress normally. The only lions I might meet on the way might be a passing cat whoc ignores me thank goodness. It is the exit I take when I leave my appartment
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Nice!!! And I agree; you are a gladiator of life.
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I did manage to tame Mr. Swiss
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Ha ha ha ha!
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I’m rather looking forward to the day when I’ll be old enough to zip around on one of those. 😊
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Be glad when you don’t have to use one. I still look back on the days when I could move freely or go for a walk with my husband. You never know what the future holds. I am just a little worried when Winter arrives. I will then be dependent on the local railway
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