Poem: Off Sick
by June Nash
is it that I’m really sick
sometimes these damn flus will stick
or basking in the excuse
flagrant use of time abuse
spend days on a soft settee
writing, reading, watch tv
worst is over, on the mend
if not sick still, I’ll pretend
life continues when I stop
when to duty I not hop
think I’ll spend a few more days
in this quiet slow paced haze
I came down with the flu. Started coming on Christmas day. In so much pain, didn’t have to decide whether or not to post my poem. Just didn’t post.
Now I am back, but taking it easy. Enjoying the slow pace that comes after all holiday obligations are met. Until I was on the mend, I didn’t realize what a guilty pleasure it was to sit around the house all day, not doing anything of importance.
I wish all my readers a wonderful year filled with opportunities and the courage to take advantage of at least one.