I don't know....

.... seems
if I'm not panicing, facing public humiliation,
everything falling apart (lost things, broke things),
drowning in a boiling soup of self pity and fear
and things well beyond me, hair falling out,
all sorts of injuries and pains (the sore foot
turned out to be two pound coins that had fallen
through a hole in my pocket, down my jeans leg
and into my boot) and worrying that my brain cells
are leaving me faster than the Autumn leaves are
leaving the trees,
seems,
without all this,
life would hardly be worth living....

And I got your plates up on the wall J.F.
I love you: You are a Genius.