Nanaimo, British Columbia
Norm
A snowstorm hit Vancouver Island just as it did on the mainland. All night long – isn’t that a song? Anyway, here’s a poem about Norm:
I met a man by the name, Norm
At the time of a big snow storm
He is 66 and has no legs
But substitute bionic pegs
He is no scholar like Socrates/Plato
And explained he became a couch potato
He’d been clicking the one-eyed monster
Switching channels, faster and faster
His sedentary roll made him quite fat
With 380 pounds all under his hat
One day he got electrocuted
A wake-up call that can’t be refuted
Said he had to change his direction
The mishap forced some inner reflection
For a turnaround, he adjusted his diet
An agitated mind became more quiet
Exercise reduced his weight to 200 pounds
Which is remarkable for a full rebound
He’s now involved in helping people
Offering rides and adoring the seagulls
For he lives on the Pacific coast side
And accepts God as his personal guide
Norm has the nature of being so kind
Active, human, genuine, all combined
May the Source be with you!
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