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....