M ild may the mental illness be
E ach day the yearning to be free.
N o friends, no fans and all alone
O ld age established in each bone.
P oor genes, due to substandard mix
A t best it's close to one-o-six.
U pended by the slightest breeze
S carred lungs puff out a noisy wheeze.
E ach time I look, I need to sneeze..
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-woman-s-menopause/
