When the Nurse says Rest- You Rest.

'Rest and feel well

Lay back and let me

Fill your glass.'

'But im sick! a way

That is entirely new

To you

And so old

To me.'

' Well it is a sickness all the same,

So you lay back,

let me filly our glass'

' I am sickened by grace

And sweetness!

It makes my stomach turn 

both upset and confused.

The only cure is solitude.

Leave me.'

' I could never,

with you bent and crooked,

do you carry some weight?

I will relieve the stress 

and strap your pack

to my back.'

' Then that is the weight-

your kindness.'