THE SURGEON
 
 
 

He stood me up

He sat me down

He poked around

And laid me flat

Examined me in depth

And finally said,

Aha, here it is, it is found.
 
 

My boy, said he

Somewhat cheerfully,

Though I am a bit older than he

I think I can take care of that for you

But a date you need for surgery,

Before or after Christmas,

Asked he.
 
 

The sooner, the better, said I

Lets get it over with.

Within a fortnight

On a hospital gurney I lay

As the orderly quickly wheeled me

Along a busy corridor

To the Operating Room

While my worried wife

Sadly waved good bye to me.
 
 

Was I afraid,

No, I was not

For he had my confidence.

The surgeon was competent

And with cool, steely eyes

Gave me a smile,

Just before the Anesthesiologist

Knocked me out for awhile.
 
 

Some three hours later

In the Recovery Room

My wife held my hand

As a pleasant nurse said,

It´s all over now.
 

They sent me home

The very same day

Since no pain had I,

I was OK.

HERBERT HOLZBAUER
© January 1997
 
 

Midi Title: Eye of the Tiger