How sweet  my readers are   when I am ill

How sweet it is when I m feeling ill
When I’ve been assaulted  verbally
To read the comments ,not just take a pill

I lie in bed, my duvet has a frill
i wish my cat and man were here by me
How sweet  my readers are   when I am ill

I see a stray black cat  on  window sill
When I go out =side this cat will flee
I read  your comments  love will cure ,not pill

As humans suffer in   this life ‘s cruel mills
The metal  grinds all down  beyond a plea
How kind  my readers are  when I am ill

I have climbed the mountains and the hills
In gratitude  I   write you poetry
I  prefer your comments to  the doctor’s pills

Our minds were given  us without a fee
All that’s best is  given  happily
How sweet it is when I m feeling ill
To read the comments ,not just  swallow pills