Ode To Sick Goldfish Poem by Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

One day as I was checking my goldfish in the tanks
The one with the white mouth was bellyup

He was just floating upside down
But alive and breathing

He was in this condition for quite some time
But, he finally got well

Pets only come once as agents of God
When they die, they wait for in Heaven

What I discovered about his sickness
Believe it? He was constipated

February 4,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.