QUESTIONING THE BENDS.

Every time I put a foot

Out of bed

I do so with the knowledge

That I might not get it back in,

As I’d like,

Or at least not when I’d want,

And this overdeveloped sense of dread

Pervades every aspect of my day;

From the way I raise my son,

To the relationship with other loved ones.

Will a particular bout of exercise,

Enthusiastically started,

Fall flat of the line in the sand

I’d intended to reach;

Will the meal I sourced

And bought

And prepared

Be appreciated by all concerned;

Will,

In fact,

This piece you’re reading now

Turn out the way I envisaged it would.

I guess only providence,

And a good resource of doggedness,

Will decide the outcome,

And in the meantime

All I can do is start

Each venture in good faith

Of ending it.