This Cold Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
This Cold
Did I have breakfast this morning?
It seems so long ago
As I look at the clock
And it says it's one in the afternoon
Where did the time go?
Time slips my consciousness
Since I got this cold
And I wonder if only those stale chips at noon
If there's any dirty dishes in there
Hoping I did eat something early this morning
Sickness is so disorienting. Your great poem describes the feeling so well.5*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 1:44:54 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Very good LeeAnn