A child shall show the way

Walking on the steep hilly road,

With sweatdrops dripping

I almost gave up.

It was not of my choice

That I was on the road

So forbidding.

I had been politely ordered to walk

And walk, and walk.

The boss had underestimated my difficulty

In walking. It was not her fault;

She had no idea how different I am.

On the uphill climb, my little son came running to me,

Seeing me panting, and by seeing him so near me

Full of faith and natural joy,

I knew I could walk all the way.

As my son walked a few steps ahead of me,

I followed willingly, and with revived vigour.

My handicap no longer holding me back,

I remembered that years ago,

Someone had whispered to me,

"A child shall show the way."