Wheelchair in the Far West
When I hoarded blueprints for a jocund city
where the rights of the daft would be civil law
I combed the atlas for magnanimous harbors
Now on the shipwreck end of adventure
when my daily order reads Stay Awake!
my timbers are too shivered for a maiden voyage
Expeditions to colonize an Elysian Isle
must await launching in some other lifetime
Today my horizon has shrunk to a bathtub
Creeping decrepitude, crawl away!