Life had kept me in darkness, My health has been a weakness, The spiral net of worms, Was close to a net of germs, I craved for free breath, Bronchitis kept me in depth Of depression and regression.
One herb gave me a resurrection, Stirred up the cause of bronchitis, Which ruined my wellness, My mind, squirmy and wormy, My desires, buried eternally, Growth, stunted and weak, Deterred capacity to speak, Removing the worm bronchitic, Would make my life kinetic.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
