My New Set Of Wheels

I found this poem a long time ago, and it suits me perfectly.  I have no idea who the author is.

My New Set Of Wheels

There you stand, and I see you stare

Thinking, poor dear, she’s stuck in the that chair.

But I’m not sad, I’m very happy because

I haven’t forgotten the way it was.

You’d say, “How about a trip to the zoo?

A walk in the park will be good for you.”

I was thinking tomorrow, I’ll be it a wreck,

From my aching feet, to the pain in my neck.

Now I can go wherever I please

I can shop in the mall with a newfound ease,

Do all the things that have to be done,

And even go out and have some fun.

So, do you want to know how it really feels,

to be sitting here between these wheels?

Can you remember back that far,

When you got your very first car?

Well, that’s how these wheels feel to me.

They don’t hold me down,

They set me free.

So, don’t think all those pitiful things:

These aren’t wheels, I think there’re my wings.