I had the fright of life
it was not worrisome in strife
I panicked and tweaked all the more
shed tears almost to the score
a fortnight I had been so
it was a nightmare in the go
I lost concentration all the while
not mine in the style
I succumbed to the threat
I started to fret
I cried and sobbed all too much 
dragging with me my loved ones as such
the phase has passed now
I am clear as much as I know
great and good in a form
smart, cheerful and calm
as ever before in the flow
I have become myself in a slow.
