Tuesday, October 13, 2009

THE COLD

My head is stuffy - I can't think straight
My nose is running - this I HATE!
My throat is sore, I can't stop sneezing
The feelings I feel are not pleasing
I'm to the point where I hope I die
Still I know I'll pull through - and that makes me cry
But the crying only increases the mucous
So the drugs I took will now be useless
I sniff and snort and cough and sneeze
I beg the Lord with a VapoRub wheeze,
"Please make me well - unstuff my head!
Or just end it all and make me dead!"

4 comments:

  1. Now how can someone on their death bed pen this?!

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  2. I was trying to distract myself from the pain (and the kids...)

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  3. Wow, you are talented, even when you are deathly sick, lol

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