Great oaks from little acorns grow
my mother said; that's how I know
that symptoms spread, however slow,
like this sore throat.
my mother said; that's how I know
that symptoms spread, however slow,
like this sore throat.
I daren't go out today for fear
of influenza flaring - here,
within my chest, my lungs. It's near,
and not remote.
Last night I lay awake, in case
my temperature began to race;
pneumonia's the risk I face.
I cannot lie.
It could be laryngitis, or
the start of emphysema; more
symptoms from websites as encore.
I'm going to die.