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
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