The theatre beckons
A stage of a kind
Though anaesthetised
I’m the ‘star’ if you like
With morphine dancing
Through my veins
I’ll be oblivious, hopefully
To the pain
Under the knife
Spark out cold
I’ll put my faith in God
That I make it home
Only six months ago
Was I in this scenario
Never expected an encore
And to have to undergo
This experience again
Let alone so soon
Can’t I please abstain?
Be spared the surgeon’s tool?
‘Nay’, said he,
‘It must come out!’
‘We mustn’t waste time!’
‘Mustn’t dither about!’
So when tomorrow comes
On a gurney will I be
In tight, white spandex tights,
A backless gown and asleep
I won’t deny I’m scared
I’m bricking it in actual fact
I recall it’s like facing the gallows
You fear you’re not coming back
Yet needs must I suppose
So I’ll try hard to man up
That said, if you are inclined
Say a wee prayer and wish me luck?! 🍀