“ONE FINE DAY”

The weather outside, it's sunny and bright,
People are playing, they shout with delight,
At a warm springy day, with wonderful sight,
Of birds, trees and grass, impervious to plight.

I ache to be with them, to join in the fun,
To share a few laughs, even throw in a pun.
But, alas I am hostage, as if held by a gun,
Ravages of illness prevent fun in the sun.

My breathing is heavy, it’s the pollen you see,
Makes my life difficult, coupled with C-O-P-D.
I try just to walk, 'round my pea patch by sea,
Suddenly there's dust! Cruel, how breezes can be.

My weight has gone up, steroid meds they took hold,
Illness kept me inside while the weather was cold.
My health spirals down, I must avoid mould,
awaiting procedures that can restore me to bold.

To all who might read this, I'd just like to say,
Don't ever try smoking, not even one day.
For sooner or later, you will have to pay,
By watching the others enjoy the fine day.