You struggle each day To get out of bed Clothes tingle cross Your spine And with pain Look at your Laid out choices Of shoes Blue denim sneakers Or rosy red Flats With little help You grab the arm Of your wheel chair And sit down You roll to the window And view the weather Satisfied you Head for coffee And a bite of toast Breakfast over ready to go You put your mask on Your ride is Here No matter the pay No matter the weather You happily Go to work Joining others in pain But no complaining You have a job To do And you do it Well You are part of society And proud Of it