A man who had a very sick insides Went in for some physical surgery He came out as scared as before this wild ride Not knowing whatever could and would be
I saw him just the other day Not happy, not sad, looks another way Perhaps he is waiting for the unlucky news Or may be he's just suffering from the post ride it out blues
I know how he feels, I've been there before The knife of life cuts deep and loses its allure. If only they could remove, the tissue of time And keep us here for another another type of this rhyme.
I suspect it's fear that puts me and him on this path But sometimes I wonder if its not just so bad When given the choice of pain or relief I choose the latter and be free from the agony and grief
Of worry and sorrow and temptations that slide Through my mind of complications a river, a tide The peace that we seek isn't hard to be seen A time when our bodies can never again scream
The agony of life, whether felt or a thought Is something that comes with the territory we bought When we decided to endure to the end of our days I wonder if we knew what price we would pay
NOTES - Then there's this.............bit of a downer I guess. Specially in 2008. Would like to coach someone who could speak to tell this to me, only me. That way I could coach her. Yeah, that's the ticket....