Cure Me I Need To Work - Poem by Tom Navarro
I was hit and made weak though I am a grown
Man coughing traffic and smoke fumes beset me
Age un-friends immunity to diseases and cars' headlights blind
To the young pneumonia is nothing
Face pearly smiles have value and the trees in the park shade joggers
My fears and frailty a liability
Peers forget you for a bit and talk about out of town getaways
And remember you
Laugh joke but I need to put on my polo and black
At the stroke of eight I sleep and travel to our skyscraper
Their place of steel where I need to work
Envy their healthy buds while I anti bio tic myself on this soft Bed.
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