That wasn’t so hard
I proclaim
After a machine
Scans over me.
All I had to do
Was lay down
On a soft bed
With my head on a pillow
And in one week
There will be a result
I will either be fine
Or I will be crumbling away
Like an old worn out building.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess the hard part is waiting... Interesting segway from laying in a soft bed to crumbling away. Brian