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
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."