Little Edgar elephant
sits upon my chest.
He isn’t very big you know,
but he does disturb my rest
What I do each day
doesn’t seem to matter.
But too much of anything,
just makes Edgar fatter.
Then, without a word
he quietly slips away.
Of course, I know he will return
on some undetermined day.
High humidity, heat, and cold
summon Edgar back.
Then I’ll have several days
of breathing through a sack.
Once you have your Edgar,
he will never go away.
He will stick with you like glue,
until your final day.
A glass of wine will help,
or a martini now and then.
I know they will find a cure,
I just don’t know quite when.
But until that day arrives
just consider Edgar cute.
And when a cure is found
give little Ed the boot.
Great post Ken. My sister has COPD I will share this with her.
Ogden Nash would definitely invite you over for dinner and a good discussion Ken.
Wow, Ken Vincent! Talk about making something positive out of what is so negative — kudos to you! That’s a heavy weight to bear … thanks for sharing.