Not to be taken for granted
When sickness leaves us dis-enchanted
Grateful for a body free from pain
Where foreign invaders have lost their domain
The fog has lifted.
I am free of that backterial misery
No amount of wealth can buy the simple joy of a sick free boy
Humbled and lifted that this sickness has gifted such an appreciation for the everyday norm of the way this body doth perform.
So happy I just had to laugh at the colossal task of staying strong for periods long while still having adventures upon foreign soil where toil brings different germs and bugs that our bodies do not love for these are things we have not seen and you may well know that means vulnerable defences to these germ's offences for our walls are more like fences that those not seen before can walk right through like an open door and leave us with our health so poor.
But no more!
Given time and rest, which is the best, my body has returned with renewed zest
And I am so grateful for the simple, universal wealth
I love poetry.