I am sick
And I am glad.
My disease was once fatal
I didn’t know how much time I had.
And I am glad.
For a kind man came by
He had a needle
And a look in his eye.
I trusted him
And he injected me
With something clear
Then took off his glasses
And whispered in my ear
“This will kill the disease
Slowly
But thoroughly
Like formation by the breeze.”
Then he warned me
“Do not doubt its effect
It will certainly take longer
Than you like or expect
But rest assured
The cure
It flows through your veins
If you feel sick at times
Its power is all the same.”
