When this all started, I was one hundred and ten
With all the past stress, I had grown pretty thin
Now with the virus, and not feeling so great
I woke up real weak, down to one hundred and eight
Resting more than usual, has my bones on fire
My breath barely a whiffle, as I lay here so tired
As if my tummy being shrunk is not bad enough
Taking a plethora of vitamins is also real tough
Harsh on my stomach, they must be spread out
Otherwise, you know, they come right back out
Yesterday I thought I was over all this
Now it seems a few more days I will miss.
At least I am home, and my breathing is good
Not in the hospital, under a hood
Thank God for prayers, and blessings like that
I might be down for a while, but not tossing in my hat.
Twisted Trunk Travels 
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