Puffing Away
Doctor determined I've got bronchitis
Use to think bronchitis was serious
It's serious enough but certainly not fatal
Once thought it could make you delirious
Don't get me wrong, I'm not feeling that great
It's like my whole system is in a knot
I'm certainly not one to suffer from illness
Quite healthy I always have thought
Guess age is finally catching up with me
Free from illness all of these years
Thought I was some kind of special being
Sure got it wrong, that's clear
It's not going to threaten my life I'm told
But it's terribly annoying I'll say
Puffing away every morning, noon, and night
No peace, no relief all the day
Good thing the prognosis is I'm going to live
If I follow the doctor's directions
Take the pills that she prescribed for me
Till I'm good and rid of the infection
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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