Who Can Say Anyway?

 

I have arrived at a time in my life when there are few

options left for my future, and mostly those will not

be offered up to me for choosing.

Being handicaped physically and not able to get around

very much on my own, the possibilities for me are limited.

For certain, I won’t be trying out for the team or training

for the Olympics or the Boston Marathon.

Of course there is home healthcare which is likely out

of my price range. Then there is the nursing home hell,

which to my thinking is no way to go. Of course death

is ever a looming possibility.

Presently, I am for letting life run its course. I’ve never

been a fan of making a bloody or grotesque mess out

of things.

Whatever is meant to be has to be acceptable to me.

In any case, some will say no matter what takes place,

“Oh, did you hear about Old What’s His Face? It certainly

is a shame.” That, however, won’t be said to illicit pity or

sorrow for me personally, but stated because that’s what

people say when they want to be nice and have nothing

better to say.

I say, whatever happens happens. What did you expect?

Suppose I got what was coming to me anyway. So, what is

there left for me to say? Whatever fate precedes me to my

grave, that and death are inevitable.

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Chris hanch 9-15-2020