I am celebrating
by being sick
and sorry for myself
in bed
As uninspiring a spectacle
as anyone would wish to see
One thing though,
it does give you
a chance to lie around
to snooze, to read,
snooze again
maybe even
put some noble thoughts
on an unprotesting page
No need to do the things
you really did not want to do
in the first place
Being sick and sorry for oneself
can actually be quite uplifting
in its own way
a consummation,
at least momentarily,
devoutly to be wished,
as fine a way of retreat
as I can think of
from a world
too difficult to handle
Here I pause, delicately
for a small, demonstrative cough
Mind you, it doesn't do
to take this too seriously
pass the vitamins around
please
and keep your viruses
to yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely light touch...best wishes.