In Sickness And In Health Poem by Gerry Legister

As the malignity of poor health increases
My forehead adds more concern creases.
To already vast amassing lines on my face,
Hanging bags start to form in most places.

The weight I carry will inevitably break
With pains in my shoulders up to my neck,
I am no longer as sociable but rude,
My countenance reflects a darker mood.

Personified fear of poor health induce
The energy of life's fuel drastically reduce,
Metamorphism of insecurity rage
I am locked up into a conscious cage.

Ego wants to carry out the acts of bravery,
But poor health forbid the liberty
Because my mind is vex with defeat
Grind into a path of submissive retreat.

In every season in sickness and in health
We find many reasons to spend our wealth.
Medication to beat the tempters power,
Side effect inside bruised every hour.

All the more reason to reject this potion
Go in faith to pursue the healing notion.
To mend the pain that dwell betwixt time
Retrieve the vision to fasten in my mind.