I have COPD
Or actually it has me.
It has me wheezing
And coughing.

It has me huffing
And puffing
And choking
Panicking

I detest getting dressed,
Because every move
Bring distress,
So I always need to rest,

Because between
Donning each article
And particle
It is a breath taking struggle.

Yes, I say
I have COPD
But in reality
It has me,

In it's grip,
Controlled like
A military ship

Three times
I had a COPD Attack,
And Passed out
Fell flat on my back.

Sleeping at night
I don't always sleep right
Because my bronchial tubes
Are closed up tight.

One day, some day
It will take me away.
But that's OK
I'll be tranported
To Heaven that day

How about you
My reader friend?
Wherre will go
After your life
Comes to an end?
      = by G. E. Parson