Aging Pawn On A Chess Board

Once upon a time I figured it would be the big C crab gambit

that grabbed my pancreas bad before carcinoma spread 

painfully into spine then other bone, lung, liver

but so far bishopric offices seem to be proven wrong — 

even though both as first-born knight to ninety-nine-year-old king

plus hundred and two-year-old queen, as well as 

a rookie physician, I should long ago have noticed unanticipated 

scenarios (in their cases blind-deafness or dementia/depression 

though in mine bad spine-hips, vertigo) which inconveniently 

intervene to muddy up life before god  knows who-what 

definitive terminal endgames may bring for final solutions 

to all of our sandcastles’ good night sweet prince/ss downfalls.