Tuesday, November 01, 2011

A Poetic Prescription

Just in time for the cold and flu season, not to mention anything else that might slow a body down to a crawl when we feel we can ill afford it comes this little ditty.  It was actually written for someone I know from work who looked and felt like crap, yet still insisted on coming in.  Instead of yelling at or giving them the slap upside their head they so richly deserved, I made them my muse and wrote this.  It's not perfectly worded or metered and as poetry goes, it's not my most stellar stuff.  Yet, people have been asking for copies of it.  You know I don't get it.

Love it, hate it, copy it, give me credit for it, but above all, take it to heart.


A Poetic Prescription

Not at your best
And wanting to rest
You push through it because it’s expected

But try as you might
your body knows what is right
and does opposite what your brain has elected

It’s not malingering you show
It’s malaise, as you know
A symptom that something is wrong

Cells scream, “Take it easy!”
(Yes I know this is cheesy)
And if you listen it won’t be as long

Slower steps, shorter days
Do less, friend, just laze
The wiser person in your head knows this is true

For the world will go on
And soon this will be gone
And you’ll be back to being a good as new you

Lauren Swartzmiller
08/2011

1 comment:

Ruth said...

I thought this would be a diatribe against someone who thought that muscling through somehow gave immunity to those other poor souls at work. ;-)

Happy holidays, my friend.