It was a rough week. Twice, I figuratively fell down while attempting to remain standing. This #StoicPoem is my considered evaluation of how I might sit before I fall–taking control with the only power I truly possess–my action and reaction.
Twice this week
I’ve taken ill
I’m old now, after all
Both times - I tried to hide
My ill feeling - by pretending otherwise
Both times - I failed
I caused confusion, and mild upset
In those who care, but had no idea...
What other course, could I try?
I failed, because the illness was too much
More than I could bear...
Instead, I could yield to the fact,
Of this known limit of mine
Examine it carefully when it comes,
And if I judge it real and sound,
And not simply some want or desire,
To avoid hard work...
Or difficult encounter...
Then I’ll stop my work,
Apologize to those who expect more or better
And withdraw to recover