Illness

I  get  to  stay  in  bed  all day

You say it’s nice,   surrounded

By warm blankets and pillows

Everyone says they need more

Sleep.   I’ve got sleep to spare

Days on end, in my dark room

All by myself,        no sunlight

To wash over my pale skin, no

Warm spring breeze in my hair

You  say  you  want to stay in

Bed all day.      You wouldn’t

Want   to   if   you   were  me.

R.R.