An Understatement

A partial biography

My life didn't turn out, as I'd planned,
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 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,
chronic pain and disability would be my lot.

No matter what you think, plan and 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!

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[Samuel Dickens]

These could be my own words. Degrading health and advancing age is a formidable combination and makes daily life much more difficult, but there is still joy to be found.