Last Chance
Here comes the doctor with that knife,
Gonna cut me to save my life,
It looks like its my last chance,
Come on doc, lets do the dance.
Once it was all fame and riches,
Now I'm only rich in stitches,
Left the OR with a few less parts,
Today my healing starts.
It might be too early to tell,
But i think it went well,
For I opened my eyes and found,
I'm still above the ground.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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