Treasure Island

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

(October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Sick


Flat on my back
All sick and blue
Long cold days of winter
With nothing to do

Pedisone, levofloxacin,
Cheratussin too
Blankets and tissues
What's a fellow to do

Snow's on the ground
More on the way
Shovels in the shed
There it will stay

Lucky am I
To have the woman I love
She helps make me strong
Gives me lots of hugs

Tired of the dark
Boring T.V.
Just want to whine
Oh, woe is me.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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Stuck in the house with a bacterial infection.

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  • Sandra Feldman (3/20/2014 5:12:00 PM)

    A sick one will feel better after reading this lovely poem, so well written, so cute.
    Filled with warmth and affection. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Smoky Hoss (3/10/2014 5:18:00 PM)

    What a splendid rendering of the human soul in the wintery state! I get it! This poem is right on the mark. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (2/23/2014 4:27:00 PM)

    Don't be too woeful Lawrence, you still have your partner and that is worth more than gold. Nice little poem, the Winter makes us all feel gloomy. (Report) Reply

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