Poetry Break: "In Victimhood"
I couldn't sleep well during the night, so I got up even earlier than usual, and because I had some extra time, I wrote a parody of William Ernest Henley's very famous poem, "Invictus":
I don't really have the flu, nor do I feel like a victim -- nor like a prisoner here in Seoul.In VictimhoodOut of the fight that vanquished me,
Feeling the pits, if truth be told,
I curse whatever dogs may be
For my unconquerable cold.
In this fell clutch of circumstance,
I've whinged and bitched and cried aloud.
At cruel Influenza's chance,
My nose is stuffed, my courage cowed.
Beyond this bed of wracking tears,
My friends sit outside in the shade
And leave me menaced by this year's
Flu epidemic, sore afraid.
It matters lots how strait the gate!
How punishing the dice do roll!
I ain't the master of my fate:
I'm but a captive here in Seoul.
But I can imagine feeling that way if I were bedridden.