Just in it for the Parking

I am a man
I am a man

I am a man born of a woman who was fit and healthy
I am a man born of a woman who had an unseen virus

I am a man whose father worked in a shop
I am a man whose father worked in a factory

I am a man whose birth brought pleasure to my parents
I am a man whose birth brought pleasure to my parents, but also pain

I am a man who grew as most men grow
I am a man whose growth took a different path

When I was five, I went to the local school
When I was five, I travelled 10 miles to school

I walked to school
I went in a van

I played football
I cannot walk, I use a wheelchair

I am ordinary
Apparently, I am special

My parents made me feel special
My experiences made me feel anything but special

I went to University and gained my degree
I went to a ‘Centre’.

I go to the local pub
I can’t get into the local pub

I am a teacher
I cannot talk

I have trouble finding a parking spot
That’s no problem for the driver of my van

I am thirty, married with children
I am thirty and still live with my parents

I look after my children
My parents look after me.

I will live long and see my children married
I may live long and see my parents die

My children will see I’m alright as I grow old
What will I do when my parent’s die?

Malcolm Henshall
December 2018

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