Sickening Stage

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Sickening Stage

Sitting in the sun
Tapped each finger twice
Cooling of the cold
Plaguing me now thrice

Prone to severe illness
Lost to lowly germs
Doc is my best friend
Holding to me firm

Friends and family worry
Anxious as I go
Awkward smiles I receive
Upon returning home

Sound asleep at night
Dreaming of my death
Their fear makes me afraid
And steals away my breath

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

SecretAngel3’s Poems (41)

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