Man, I hurt. My accident of three weeks ago has left me two stiff knees, broken bones in both forearms, assorted pain I think is more broken bones in my hands and wrists, and perhaps a strained tendon in the ankle which rolled. My shoulder hurts from what I suspect is bursitis, and if I told you how it occurred doing nothing you would shake your head. The minor but ever-present ache in my right hip seems almost superfluous at this point. All of this inspired this poem.
New pains attack daily.
Old ones settle in like
fringe relatives who won't leave.
Memories don't fail, they
crowd each other out.
Challenges also pile up,
sapping desire to grapple
'yet again' with those never-
ending tasks which repeat.
But....
Small moments harbor
poignancy unfelt in youthful
years. Sunsets seem
more magical, plants
more interesting. Good meals
sustain constant pleasure.
Music, books span decades!
Undoable projects, now doable.
Time? Alternately your
friend, your enemy.
44/100
all the voices in my head 
I didn’t realize you actually broke bones in your fall! Oh, no! That sounds horrible and you are still writing. That’s amazing. I relate to this, but I feel like it’s just starting for me (I’ll be 50 next April) and I’m at this crossroads where if I don’t start addressing my health stuff now my later years are going to look really bleak. I know I need to make big changes, and yet, I’m so overwhelmed most of the time by life. Sigh.
I really do like this poem, especially those lines toward the end, where you talk about the good things, the way you notice things. We have to keep reminding ourselves of the balance, right? What we lose, versus what we gain.