Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Being sick kind of blows,
When you'll heal- no one knows,
Best to stay indoors and heal,
Drink fluids and eat a hearty meal.


Wait till your body regains its strength,
Patience is at arm's length,
Soon you'll bounce up and down,
Over walls- all around.


Till then I will sit and wait,
And tell everyone that I am great,
Sleep is what I really need and require,
Another post will come but for now I shall retire.

2 comments:

  1. this is the least weird poem you've written. i'm impressed!

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  2. i don't know much of ur poem, but the ones i know really are weird. so i'll have to agree w/ olili~~ haha.

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