"Afib and a Bib..."

[fibnum]

“Afib and a Bib…” (more simple poetry)

It has become a predictable guest,

Afib arriving about every two weeks.

I don’t understand its scheduled quests,

Is there something from me it seeks?

I've taken steps to discourage its trips,

Eating small, exercising and much, much more,

But it sneaks in with faltering, skittish blips,

Though sensing its approach, I can’t close the door.

No one knows how it actually works -

Should I try to turn off my heart’s timer switch,

On its built-in clock of twitches and jerks,

Or just relax and ignore the Son of a Bitch!

If it offers a single thing that is of merit,

I have to admit that the weeks in between,

The well-being from NSR I always inherit,

Are some of the best days my life has seen!

I feel as though for getting old I’m paying dues,

If I had not grown old, I’d not have met Afib.

It cares not that its presence does not amuse,

I really have no choice and nothing to lose,

So bring me some tea, my soup and a bib!

Fibnum

[Paulbounce]

Or just relax and ignore the Son of a Bitch!

That's the way to go. 🎸Keep Rocking.

Paul

PS enjoy soup 😉

[Singwell]

Totally get it Fibnum! Enjoy the spaces in-between - that's the secret.