A Little Bug and Me
A little bug spoke to me today'
He told me that I would have to pay
For sleeping way too little at night
For waking up long before it's light
I begged of him to wait a few days, please
Not to afflict me with a cough, a cold or sneeze
But the little bug just drew a line in the sand
It wasn't his business if Pesach** was at hand
So I retreated to my room, to vials of medication
Drinking tea with lemon, humidifying the air
Went to bed early, nerves taut with anticipation
Asked the One Above to heal me with a prayer
**Pesach, or 'Passover' in English, is the Jewish Festival of Freedom, commemorating the Exodus of the Israelites from Ancient Egypt
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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