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 © | Year Posted 2018

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Gauthier Avatar
July 7, 2018 at 7:32 PM
Fun poem, Timothy. Always a good day to find you're above ground.
Mcguire Avatar
July 9, 2018 at 5:28 PM
yes it is! :)
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