Sick Day - Brian Dewan
I will not rise this morning
Or boss myself around
Nor will I attend my daily chores
Underneath the covers sipping ginger ale
All the livelong day I'll stay indoors
Today will be a day of rest
Of medicine and broth
Of sitting out the world of busy do
Today will be a sick day
Quarantined at home
With my hot water bottle and the flu
I'll occupy my mind with a stack of various books
And miscellaneous mildewed magazines
Between some fits of coughing
I'll ruminate and pine
And lose myself in restless fever dreams
Propped up on a pillow a single piece of mail
A greeting card enjoining get well soon
Today will be a day of rest
Of thermometers and pills
And idle convalescence in my room
Jack Frost on my window cascading flurries swirl
In the twilight's melancholy hue
Beside me on the nightstand a vaporizer sings
An aqueous lullaby the whole night through
They say that faith can cure
You and time heals many woes
I'll sleep and be reborn when I awake
Resume my happy duties and bear the easy yoke
Tomorrow I'll feel better than today
