Okay, Maybe It's Not Sexy

By Rich Clingman

With a mask on my nose, or a mask on my face…

With black straps and Velcro to hold it in place…

With tubes from the floor, tubes over my head…

With air hissing out from the vent by my bed…

With this strange contraption, what a sight I must be!

But breathing more deeply is better for me.

The headaches are gone, during the day I’m awake,

I’m eating much better at my lunchtime break.

Yes, it may look strange, and strange it may feel,

But this is not worn for its sex appeal.

The breath of life at night I am given.

My NIV system is a gift straight from heaven!

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