Life is transient

In illness I regret
the moments I was unaware
that I was well;
envious of the healthy
population of which
I was a part.
And yet I am pleased
and grateful to know
I will recover from
this illness and
be myself again.
In contemplation
realising that
for most people
one day
there is an illness
from which they
cannot recover.
For me I know
this is not it. Yet.
All of us expecting
and hoping for
a long and happy
life to come.
Who knows?
Busy deluding ourselves
with these ideas
of permanency.
Only the terminally ill
truly realising
what it is/was
to LIVE!