Plea Bargain with Ageing
Another friend, another ailment, spasm of fear,
share their shock, their dread, their indignation.
Awful shaming thought, I’m glad it’s not me,
next time it may be. A mounting tally
of ailments now, stacking up to derail
certainty. Quick – begin plea bargaining.
I will gather friends closer in, will give
money to charity, food to the food
bank, walk ten thousand steps a day, eat no
cheese. In exchange for another healthy year,
or season, even one week. The plea judge
retires to make a judgement, the jury
is out. What power do we have ? To live.
April 24, 2017 at 7:06 pm
You’ve included fear, dread, shame and hope in this beautifully written piece. Great job.
April 24, 2017 at 8:51 pm
That’s kind of you to say, thanks. It just emerged, reflecting about a dear friend with a new ailment.
April 24, 2017 at 9:31 pm
April 24, 2017 at 7:59 am
So true. Such essential life audits and audits. I love the clarity and honesty. Many thanks.
April 24, 2017 at 4:29 pm
So glad you like it – it somehow formed in my head all at once, noticing the low key bargaining in my head. I was hoping that it wasn’t just me who did this.
April 24, 2017 at 1:07 am
Many reverberations for me. Thank you.
April 24, 2017 at 4:31 pm
Very pleased that it rang bells for you, guess we do things like this to make sense of what’s happening to us.