3 weeks later..
In a Monday afternoon
Po was sleeping in his room
He was ill and locked in bed
With a compress on his head.
Friends and family by his side
Wondering, will he survive?
No one knows what’s wrong with him
And his tummy’s black and slim.
But deep down he knows the cause
He feels guilty, lonely , lost.
Teaching numbers was postponed
Asking, is it good or wrong?
Was the structure really useful
Aren’t colors more resourceful?
Also , Rachel’s far away
And he’s forced in bed to stay.