I’m not ill any more,

perhaps I never was!

Why then do I feel so frail?

I used to do so much.

Now I’m molly coddled

into doing very little.

 

I sit and read a lot.

A glass man, fragile –

but not convinced –

that I will break.

Yet I fear the message

of that pain.

 

Every now and then

a twinge of discomfort.

Something I would not have

noticed before.  It could be

just nothing at all

but it could be a crack!

Wake up Glass Man!

 

Take hold of what you

have and be grateful.

You are a coward if

you can’t face facts,

stupid if you give in.

 

David Garlick, Victoria, March. 1996