Better Days Ahead?

The last week has really wiped me out, and just for fun I dropped a great honking piece of steel on my foot... that foot which also had a stress fracture.

Oh, and there was the falling-out-of-bed-and-concussing-myself thing. Had double vision for a while, which was actually nice...two images of Barbara!

Anyway, on to the rhyming stuff.

"Your best days are ahead of you!"

So shouts Christian TV,

but there's no way this can be true;

leastwise, not for me.

But wait a sec, just hold on there.

Perhaps there's more here than I know,

and it might be quite unfair

if down the mockers' path I go,

for I may be a better man

now than before the cancer came;

less absorbed by my life-plan,

and less beholden to the shame

that I first felt as body frayed,

needing others' grace and aid.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is QUICK. Be done as fast as I can.

I was always quick to judge,

and hurled contempt upon the weak,

but God has given me a nudge,

and at His bidding I must seek

that part of me I hid within,

the part that, failing, could not stand

in the gap, and would not win

without a kind and helping hand,

and thus it was humiliation,

but needed, badly, all the same

to face the harsh illumination

of the truth by cancer's flame,

and though it cuts me to the bone,

I admit I can't do this alone.

The truth hurts. Good that it took less than three minutes to write.

Music, of course, from the Beatles, with Help.

 Sylvia, not being possessed of opposable thumbs, gladly accepts aid in holding her ice cream.