When one is sick,
life is seen in a different light:
When one is sick,
everything goes slow motion ...
That is when life is viewed
so slowly, and clearly,
that every little detail is savoured,
to its last flavour ...
for never has nescafe tasted so sweetly,
nor a walk amidst the dew drops so heavenly -
as when one has to lie weakly on the couch,
and watch the world go by, with great reproach
hear the peals of laughter in the distance -
and feel so helplessly lonely with remorse ...
