ODE to my O2 CONCENTRATOR! Before
you came Into
my life. Lampwork
was filled with stress and strife. O2,
O2 To
feed the fire, Was
a nuisance to acquire. Driving
empties To
the store. Spending
money, needing more. Lugging
tanks To
house from van, Was
I artist or moving man? Family
grumbling About
the chance, Of
setting fire to the manse. Bead
so perfect, Almost
complete. 02
runs out, I want to weep. But
now you’re here On
my small porch. A
magic motor to run the torch. Oh
Concentrator, Safe
and stalwart, You light my fire, you have my heart! |