DISABILITY ISSUES
Vol. 21 No. 2

From Our Readers

Dis Ability

by Ernest Ben Dorantes

I have Dis ability

Dat most folks can't see,

For when Dey is lookin'

Dey can't quite see me.

For Dey be perceivin'

Dey knows what I am;

But Deir Doughts, Deceivin',

Can't quite know Dis man.

For Dough he seems helpless

He's quite able yet;

And Dough he looks useless,

Dere's more Dere to get.

Dis boy has a mind still

Dat's quick on De job;

And he can yet find skill

In his frame to lob

At De tasks before him-

No matter how hard-

For even his own self

He do not regard.

As matter of fact,

His way might be slow;

But power to act

Comes when gearin' is low.

So slow down De judgment

Upon what you sees;

For Dough oaks grows slowly,

Deir mighty of trees.

Just stop all Dat Dinkin'

Dat Dis one's washed up;

For soon you'll be blinkin'

As he passed you up.

You may contact the author at: dorantes@blomand.net.