Pal....fistbump!

At times when unsure

There’s always an open door

Or you might think twice

To a thing unadvised

Although or maybe

Gray area don’t see

Risen complexities

Blurred or cannot see

And everything seems to squabble

Those easy and understandable

You feel so helpless

Judging under duress

A hand to pull you through

Battle them all together with you

Even if all have decided

Will stay by you undivided

Be with you whatever happens

Together with ‘till it ends

I’m at your side my friend

Maybe much but laws I will bend

Present through highs and lows

Acting as imaginary shadow

Imperfect but I try hard as can be

Wheelchaired man, a friend yours truly