He found himself bereft

Of any great amount of breath…

Over he’d bend

To breathing attend,

Because of his “C.H.F.”.

That Monday it came to a head,

His up-and-at-them was dead….

His friends conspired

That he be retired

Into a hospital bed!

Congestive Heart Failure,

The thing that knocked down this sailor…

His fluid was key

Commanded to pee,

Get rid of enough and we’ll “nail her”.

This husband has been sent home,

From pushing himself alone…

It’s him who changes

As he ranges,

That junk food is bad to the bone!


–Jonathan Caswell



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