Life is Grand

When body ages faster than mind

Life can seem unfair and unkind

My mind wants to do a dance

While my body says, not a chance

Knocked down by red, hot searing pain

Is leading me slightly insane

Depression fosters illness and illness depression

What is the point here, is there a lesson?

Living in pajamas, too tired to care

Doesn’t matter anyway, no one there

When people ask, should I say I am fine?

If I’m honest, seems all I do is whine

Prolonged debility is my fear

Unable to continue activities I feel dear

What kind of life would I have then?

With what else will I have to contend?

Doctors and nurses seen frequently

Most are despised secretly

Cheerful faces one and all

Make me want to sit and bawl

Now, with the complaints through

I have shared these with you

Let me tell you this too

As it is also just as true

Life for the most part is grand

Much of life remains in my hand

Keeping spirits up is very important

In that, I must be diligent

When I am down and out

All I want to do is pout

I look at the world beautiful

And realize my blessings are plentiful

With wonderment I greet each day

Open to opportunities to play

Each day I do my very best

Accepting there are times I need to rest

To you my soul I do bear

With you my art I do share

When it comes time for me to go

A better place I will know

When my body releases my soul

I will once again be whole