Stan looks me
straight in the eye
“I can’t take much more
I really can’t”

“It’s one thing
and then the next
Each turn
confounding”

“I step
get blocked
Step again
Get beaten”

“Down
down
down
no chance of the up”

“Come on
Stan”
says I
concerned

“It can’t be
as bad as
all that
surely?”

Stan looks me
straight in the eye
“You know not
the half”

“That may be true”
says I
with a conspiratorial
wink

“I might have
no clue
about whys
and wherefores”

“About
troubles
so real
or only imagined”

“I can’t be you
Stan
No matter
the trying”

“But what I do know
my friend
What’s come clear
‘cross these years”

“Encoded
in moments
by your
whining complaints”

“You, Stan
the endless
victim
of yore”

“Get it straight
in your head
no-one’s out
to get you”

“Shit happens
Stan
Got that?
shit happens”

[from Faith’s prompt: happenstance]