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