Sick Eye
Judging by his muteness, he is sick,
Sickly fallible;
Yet by his playing the verbose
The man gets no better;
He is sick, no matter what he does,
No matter how he looks today;
All of them are sick, except me!
Copyright © Sila Muthoka | Year Posted 2016
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