The kiss of death has graced his lips
while we gawk and observe,
sitting in solitude and with crispy morning breezes that bring us small amounts of relief but shivers for frigid body temps.

The sickness that binds him to the old creaky bed frames
has taken hold of his lungs,
rendering him not capable of working in the sun,
for his valuable wages.

He worsens slowly but surely,
only to gain remission and feel the sun on his back in the fields
once again,
the breath of life fills his lungs once more,
for growth and sustainability.

To the ill and the lame,
be of assistance for your own health & wellness
and keep your cleanliness paramount,
for yourself and the "him" in everyone's life.