In Bed Sick Poem by Saul Palti

All loves fever has brought sickness
come at day to set at night
bright as light turns to dark as foul
once there now has gone

eagerly to enter at first row
loves cool passion comes then goes
at which point red blood pumps and flows
if exits were non exercised then foes

rest sit relax fall in times everlasting
to breath air inhale to heart
and let yourself go and ever grow
live life is need to know

so rush not yourself to bones
the casket burial grave
which awaits us all
just live and love