Three years ago, this very week,
I accepted a job buyout.
My future I prepare to seek.
Two years difficulty bring doubt.
Seven months schooling I did undertake,
Learning computer stuff; boy, it was great!
Then I broke my ankle, for goodness sake!
Thus was a damper put upon my fate?
Spending a year, my foot to fix.
Asking, what next, as the sun sets;
A new life as my eyes play tricks?
Surviving this was no sure bet.
Three years, lots of coping, lots of thinking;
Through all I continue to fight, to write.
Darkness falls as summer wanes, hope sinking.
Dear Lord, tell me, is there no end in sight?