What is it to fall sick?
Is it just a dimming of the glowing wick
Or a bend or break in your walking stick
No! it is more than a mere body lick
Suffering from sickness sends signals to the brain
Like ripples in rainstorm that flow and drain
The vitals; to render our daydreams all in vain
And await our exit from the earth’s terrain
Dreams and nightmares cause tense moments
And daytime somnolence to make amends
The harm hidden in the prescribed pills
May pose a greater risk than the ills
A chronic disease causes insomnia
With suicidal thoughts as in schizophrenia
Disease induced depression with plunging morale
Suppresses emotions that tell the tale
Healthy habitats and habits are the clue
To perfect health and a disease free life
Bereft of tension and strife
To your fitness regime be faithful ad true
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