I often try to find
Some kind
Of good when I can
In predicaments that are hard to understand,
Like the sleepless nights I've taken care of my child with the flu
And then turned right around and come down with it, too.
Only one consolation comes as I glance
In the mirror that by chance
I
Walk by
On my tenth trip to the you-know-what
Deathly ill, I spot
A surprise
There's a new me before my eyes!
The pounds I gained in December
(Okay, all the way from last September!)
That I swore would be lost
At any cost
By March's end
Are gone in January ... I'm thin!
I know, it's a stretch to find joy in the flu,
But I think I just heard a chuckle from you!
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