You need no wings of wire or net,

No gown of frothy white

To be a lovely angel

In the Christmas play tonight.

"Retarded", some would say

That you're a child of twenty-three.

But you are so much more than that

To those who really see.

Is it a disability

To spend these years at play?

To dwell on Earth in innocence

Until you fly away?

Your love is unconditional,

It shows in all you do.

So which of us is handicapped?

Am I the one, not you?

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