BY JOHN ANSELL
I wandered lonely as a duck
Left legless by a rubbish truck,
Or right legless? — it’s been a while,
But I cannot forget a smile,
And I would swear to judge or nun
That that duck wasn’t wearing one.
But neither did the duck complain,
Just soldiered on through searing pain,
Sole leg now bearing twice the load,
She hopped and weaved across that road;
Though more than once she should have died,
She made it to the other side.
It was a leg she lacked, not pluck,
That indefatigable duck
Who helped a lonely, swerving driver
Know the mind of a survivor:
No support? No cause is lost;
The hardest road can still be crossed.
Now I recall when wandering lonely
Her great feat on one leg only.
