Why did the Insurers treat me like a barren man?
Why did the Insurers treat me like a vagabond?
Why did the Insurers treat me like a loser?
Why did the Insurers treat me like a single man?
TD never accepted to rehabilitate my music talents.
TD never accepted me as a teacher of English.
TD never accepted me as a teacher of writing.
TD never accepted Paul-Robert Hipkiss.
Rehabilitation is to do things you used to do, TD.
Why must I trust such dereliction of duty? Not!
My Tired Donkey couldn't even help me with my produce!
My 3-Boys went hungry, TD!
So-called medical professionals, many in their own right yet few, had told me that I had to one day go over a tumultuous bridge of ACCEPTANCE.
Say what?
I had to come to terms with my countless losses. I had to accept my loss. I understand.
It would be my only way forward. Hard, but true.
Hey!
Not so fast there lad.
Put some brakes on that thingy.
TD must accept its loss first, then I.
Now, Tired Donkey has a broken hoof. Darn!