Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Asthma poem

This rattle in my lungs, this solid wheeze
Is my familiar demon:
Why don't we call him Mephistopheles,

Why don't we welcome him; and try
To catch his eye.
He's been with me all through my life.

Its possible to love a friend
And hate him too:
And some accomplices can make an end.

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