Good Fortune

The doctor had waned me: a fall at my age could be fatal.  Ungrateful wretch that I am, it wasn’t.  I had a cup of coffee in my right hand, and I don’t know what in my left, and I turned backward to the right.  The spin took me right down, and I am suffering now from black and blue marks and a swollen right leg.

It could be worse, right?  But at eighty-seven, it ain’t easy.  I continue with prayers of thanks and a fresh determination.  I’m resolved to discontinue my profligate ways and be the man I should.

Your life is your one chance.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s