My life didn’t turn out, as I had planned.

That’s the biggest understatement in all the land.

Here I am, aged fifty-eight

and some days, getting out of bed, fills my plate.

Me, who used to multitask, three things at a time,

have to find satisfaction, if I can get two words to rhyme.

I use much inner strength, to accomplish the things that I do,

many times, pushing myself further, too.

I need to be more self-forgiving,

when I can’t do the tasks of daily living.

Thirty years ago, I never would have thought,

being in chronic pain, would be my lot.

No matter what you think, plan or do,

fate steps in and changes everything for you.

Oh, for years, I fought my fate,

accepting it, at a rather, late date.

Though, I morn those days of old,

I still feel blessed, truth be told,

because I’ve learned a lesson, terse,

things could always, be worse.