When we are young for granted we take running till day is done,
Strong legs and energy, so fortunate if you are without sickness.
Adjust do we our everyday in different ways as we wear down, decay,
Push on through, never surrendering to age or time, we do let go.
Quality of life, that’s how we wish to live, pain free and happy,
We all live a different life style, our individual way of living each day.
Quality of life, it can change in a flash, an accident, disaster, disease,
Life is a special gift, our quality of life means much to us, to live or exist.
How good is life when you feel sick or can’t enjoy your daily activities,
We all have or will one day aquire those things, ailments that will limit us.
Appreciate the health you have and run, play, see everything while you can.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
The quality of life has been used by euthanasia freaks who just a person’s worth, by what they can do, for them or society. I have never bought into this “quality of life” euphemism, as described by them. But, you have put a different meaning on this euphemism, because every day is a gift, every person whether well or not is a gift to be lived, to the fullest; whether someone else agrees or not. I like that, about you.
Thanks so much for reading
On Wed, Mar 18, 2015 at 8:44 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You’re welcome! Great poetry as always!
Yes the older I get the more I realize things change. Time passes way too fast. Lovely.
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