Note the date of this. I wrote it when I was in the hospital.
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The Places
Oh! The Places Youll Go! ... and now look where Ive got!
The air is too cool, but the nurses are hot!
Ive been poked at and sampled from spots here and there,
And orifices looked into almost everywhere.
In places where tissues were hidden from sight,
They used new technology shiny and bright.
With Magnets and Crookess Tubes and scanners and such,
They studied my innards. No expense was too much!
With blood samples taken for each Doc on each floor,
I decided that surely I could tell them the score.
It seemed rather safe one could make this prediction,
At some point theyd discover my anemic condition.
So how did this happen, and why am I here?
At least I am comforted — it wasnt the beer!
It seems Ive been prideful, and bragging too much,
Forgetting at times that my makeup is such,
That the tiniest thing in a wrong little spot,
Can remind you, like others, immune you are not!
So Im humbled and stumbled, and felled from my perch,
And one lesson seems clear, Pay attention in Church!
Oh, Ill be okay. Im getting the point,
Im confident soon Ill walk out of this joint.
Much better than how I hobbled and stumbled,
As I entered my quest to be poked at and humbled.
Theres a lesson Ive learned — more than IVs and pills,
If youre milking Human Kindness, watch out for some spills.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . August 17, 2006
Great poem. :-)