After being sick for a week, I'm back at work.
Poem.
*I tried to do something more postitive*
when
the cards are dealt
and your hand is destined to fail,
or sickness and ill health
make living a hard choice,
if ill fortune and failure
suggest you path is doomed,
then
stick to dreams
and know in your heart
that a brave bluff can take the poorest hand,
that love makes the worst illness forgotten,
and even the darkest path can lead to serenity.