When noses run
and eyes do weep
when coughing doesn’t cease
You are the one
that bids me sleep
and giveth me sweet peace
O Nyquil!
Thine elixir blue
which makes my lips go numb
I lay still
because I knew
the blessed sleep would come.
“I am I because my little dog knows me.” – G. Stein
Nice… although I’ve had mine for so long that yesterday I could have used some “Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, BLOWING BLOODY CHUNKS OUT OF YOUR NOSE medicine”
Great Poem!
Feel better.