Posted on March 27, 2024March 27, 2024 It sets in slowlyYou’re tired, but it does not fadeYour throat starts to itch The only thing worseThen inopportune illness:Being away from home In the morning lightSurely it will go away–thinks my stupid brain With Love, Natalie Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related By Natalie Poetry Travel