This is a poem that I sort-of coughed up by accident, while thinking about how I feel today. It has been a lovely weekend of work and loafing.
Helping Friends Move
Of burning muscles, burning throat.
The noble sorrows which I gloat.
I helped my friends move boxes there.
Both up and down infinite stairs.
An act of love, camaraderie,
I gave my yesterday to thee.
But focusing now on my health,
I give today all to myself.
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