In the dead of night
Coughing
Catch a cold
Catch my breath
Catch my death
Coughing
It's dark outside
Coughing
This dead of night
Reach for the can
Of gas relief
Coughing
Climb those stairs
Coughing
Need my bed
Sanctuary spread
Weak and feeble
Puffing
Inside tucked up
Coughing
See the mirror
A funny sight
Me in stitches
Laughing
November 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You poor guy....very discriptive