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As the Drugs Wear Off
It’s over and the drugs are wearing off
As suffering returns, we cease to scoff
At those post-ops who bitterly complain
Of “agony” or “unbearable pain”
And for whom words of sympathy or worse
Are encapsulated sometimes in verse
On an expensive store-bought greetings card
In poor doggerel that insults the Bard
And though I do not even try to claim
My work in any way can match his fame
I feel compelled to write these words for you
As you might be anxious and feeling blue
Wondering how you’ll feel in the future
Once the nurse removes that final suture
From the site of your new hip replacement
Transforming your life to your amazement
You’ll soon be ascending mighty mountains
Or splashing around in public fountains
Clambering up over countryside stiles
Running or yomping for dozens of miles
Gazelle-like soaring over 5-barred gates
And everywhere zooming on roller skates
For many months you’ve been acting stoic
Now achieve something really heroic!
Copyright ©
Alexander Blackie
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