Laid Out

I was bound to bed, not for good For sickness had overtaken Getting up was just so difficult I felt, just so, forsaken No talking to my friends at work Nor poetry for me to read For sitting up was difficult So I couldn’t fill my need The hospital, doctors sent me home Saying, for days to get some rest Until the stomach bug disappears But do they know what’s best? My kids, they even did me in By disabling my PC Not having time to sit, to fix Left me so unhappy I cannot wait to be better Then reading I will do From my office I’ll work and play And catch up with all of you