This week’s poem – musings on whether what doesn’t kill us really does make us grow strong…. or if it just nearly kills us.

A Question of Strength 

Will we be stronger at the end?

Whenever, whatever that is.

Will we be seasoned and toughened and cool?

Or perhaps just a shadow of our former selves?

Will we gain understanding, sympathy

Thoughtfulness, from the stones on our path?

Or just bloodied, broken toenails

And a tendency to arthritis as we grow old?

Kampala 2017