Living with COPD

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.

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Ken Vincenthttp://sbpra.com/KennethVincent/
KEN is a 46 year veteran hotelier and entrepreneur. Formerly owned two hotels, an advertising agency, a wholesale tour company, a POS company, a leasing company, and a hotel management company. The hotels included chain owned, franchises, and independents. They ranged in type from small luxury inns, to limited service properties, to large convention hotels and resorts. After retiring he authored a book, “So Many Hotels, So Little Time” in which he relates what life is like behind the scenes for a hotel manager. Ken operated more that 100 hotels and resorts in the US and Caribbean and formed eight companies. He is a firm believer that senior management should share their knowledge and experience with the next generation of management.

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Susan Rooks

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.

Gumshoe
Gumshoe

Ogden Nash would definitely invite you over for dinner and a good discussion Ken.

Larry Tyler

Great post Ken. My sister has COPD I will share this with her.

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