Angry and bitter, hoping to get better,
Recollecting those incidents in the middle of nights,
Packed in a compartment, sometimes AC, sometimes sleeper,
Afraid to sleep, what if the sleep got deeper,
And the loud noise of snoring, disturbed the fellow travelers,
Each weary from her travel, or just not in the right mood,
Mortally afraid of causing a fuss, of triggering some babbler,
And causing shame to the family who have to apologize for the dabbler.
The fool, who refused diagnosis, or a visit to the clinic,
Who knew it would be apnea, but didn't want to be treated,
Was inflicting on his family the daily torture of snores,
But won't go to the doctor unless reminded of those bores.
Quality Of Sleep be damned,there could have been some mishap,
Thank Mom you took me to the doctor, and put me on BiPaP.
1 comment:
nice way of putting it.
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