A minor illness
Sore throat running nose
Slight cough 
And I am disordered 
Unable to decide 
Where and how to be alright-
So narrow is the reed
So vulnerable all this big hullabaloo 
I make about myself 
I wonder if the illness does not come
To show me again
How small and insignificant
This very important person to himself- truly is                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written expression, sir Shalom....10+++++++++++++++++