Poem: Without Health
When we say with certainty and a large (any word but “healthy”!)
dollop of pomposity:
Without health, we have nothing.
Without health, abiding happiness is not possible.
Without health, the pleasures of life seem muted and distant.
Without health, material acquisitions lose any meaning they might have once had.
Hard work is robbed of its reward.
Big dreams must be deferred.
We realize the irrelevancy of all other worries and concerns.
Isn’t it all true?
It is, isn’t it?