
The story revolves around a sickly child who is advised to take a trip to the mountains for his health. During the journey, he meets a gruff but kind old man who becomes his companion and teaches him about nature and its wonders. Through their experiences together, the child learns valuable lessons about life, friendship, and the importance of appreciating the beauty in the world around him.
By Eugene Field · First published 1899 · Genre: Poetry, Humor, Personal Reflection · 416 words
The gods let slip that fiendish grip Upon me last week Sunday -- No fiercer storm than racked my form E'er swept the Bay of Fundy; But now, good-by To drugs, say I -- Good-by to gnawing sorrow; I am up to-day, And, whoop, hooray! I'm going out to-morrow!
What aches and pain in bones and brain I had I need not mention; It seemed to me such pangs must be Old Satan's own invention; Albeit I Was sure I'd die, The doctor reassured me -- And, true enough, With his vile stuff, He ultimately cured me.
The Convalescent Gripster is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1899 CE.
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Humor · Satire · Social commentary · Irony · Wit · Sarcastic tone · Critique of society · Middle-class life · Marriage · Family dynamics · Domesticity · Bourgeois values