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 Not sick Just 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 #StoicPoetry