Wheelchair blues -- edited

Wheelchair Blues

My new wheelchair
Arrived today
With a promise of freedom
Included in the shine.
So I rev’ed ‘er up
And headed for the door.

Leaning by the door
Through which I pointed my wheelchair
Our housekeeper had propped the mop up
When she finished today
Giving the floors a shine.
Not knowing of my new freedom.

I haven’t had much freedom
To get out the door
And enjoy the sunshine
Since I’ve been in a wheelchair
And that was all gonna change today
Until I had to give it up

Because the mop didn’t stay up
When I made my run for freedom
Eliminating that plan for today.
As it fell under the wheelchair
Before I got out the door
Into the promised sunshine

I’m gonna miss the sunshine
Sitting here jammed up
Perched on a wheelchair
That lost it’s freedom
To a mop longer than a door
Trapping me here today.

So although today
Promised sunshine
I can’t get out the door
To look up
In the thrilling freedom
Of this new power wheelchair

Instead I’ll spend today contemplating this door
And the shine on my new wheelchair
Making up ditties to celebrate freedom.

This poem is a sestina. An explanation of this form can be found here: http://www.uni.edu/~gotera/CraftOfPoetry/sestina.html