Sick by Shel Silverstein – A Beautiful Poem

One wakes up in the middle of the night. It is so quite and magnificent. The mind is so much alert; but not able to sleep. It has been a very long and suffocating day. One is so much tired and restless that everything is looks like a complication. It is good to read something which has no logic to understand the logic of oneself. One finds a poem on internet. It is a benediction to find something when it needs the most. It is written by Shel Silverstein. Here it is:

“I cannot go to school today”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there’s one more – that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in.
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My toes are cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There’s a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is …
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

Read more about Shel Silverstein on Wikipedia or you can get his books on Amazon.com

One thought on “Sick by Shel Silverstein – A Beautiful Poem

  1. Maryline

    LE CANCRE

    Il dit non avec la tête
    Mais il dit oui avec le coeur
    Il dit oui à ce qu’il aime
    Il dit non au professeur
    Il est debout
    On le questionne
    Et tous les problèmes sont posés
    Soudain le fou rire le prend
    Et il efface tout
    Les chiffres et les mots
    Les dates et les noms
    Les phrases et les pièges
    Et malgré les menaces du maître
    Sous les huées des enfants prodiges
    Avec des craies de toutes les couleurs
    Sur le tableau noir du malheur
    Il dessine le visage du bonheur.

    Jacques PRÉVERT (1900 – 1977) – “Paroles”

    Fortunately, school can also be :
    A place for expression of its own talents and potential.
    A place of dialogue with oneself and with others.
    A place of experimentation, discovery and creativity.
    Shel Silverstein also wrote a children’s book of great philosophical significance “The Giving Tree”.

    Thank you for this sharing : )

    A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness, sings to cheer its own sweet sounds of solitude.
    [ Percy Bysshe Shelley ] Extrait de Défense de la poésie

    Blessings and Love : )

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