Fooling Ourselves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Measuring life, wondering how much longer we have at
the end of each day, taking things into our own hands
by writing down appointments and creating agendas.

At least we think we can do this, fooling ourselves
time and again, sickness hitting us squarely between
the pages of our lives.

Taking and crippling us for moments in passing, not
ever knowing if we are going to be able to hold onto
some semblance of life or not.

Satisfying our minds is all we can do sometimes, yet
we pretend that we are the commanders of our lives,
knowing within that we are not, nor ever will be.