Virus Fever Poem by Alistair Tait

I must go out for a walk again, and step aside from passers-by,
And all I ask for's just a blip and an end to wondering why;
And not feel sick, a cool head and no cough breaking,
Nor a pale look over my face, and no signs of shaking.

I must ring round for support again, to hear my friends rally to my side,
We mustn't meet or cross a street when so many have died;
And all I ask is a "normal" day with no chance of dying,
And nasal spray and vapour rub to stop the fever rising.

I must go off to my bed again, apart from my dear wife,
Is good advice but not that nice but might just save my life;
And all I ask is to catch my breath, now I'm a fellow-sufferer,
And deep sleep, perchance to dream, my life's not quite over.