Garbed at last like Death’s last sentry
Numbered arm bands preamble my puzzled entry
Carted out by nurses in green, staring grim
Through passages quaint but clinically prim.
Fleeting glances of my tensioned up kin
Wave me down the Recycle Bin
Where Hi-Tech Surgeons ply their skills
Cheating Death daily gives them new thrills.
Click, Open, Attach: Heart Files, Browse,
Select, Copy, Paste Veins, Click-CABG, Close !
New Life beats in my system’s by-passed mains
History leases me some medical gains.
Having crossed the once unreachable bridge
I look beyond the next big ridge
Living Life on God’s loaned Time
There is reason for one more Mime !
Incised sternum and ribs wired-up together
With stitches of surgeries like bound-up leather
Monitors and tubes add to my glory
As medicines help me to rewrite this story.
Regaining strength under Nightingale Nurses’ care
Physiotherapists add to the new confidence rare
Taking each convalescing day at a time
There is some logic and magic if not rhyme.
Out of the ICCU and into the General Ward
Each recovering patient makes each other look hard
Yes, there’s more to this Life, it isn’t The End
Afterall what is a road, without a bend ?
Dreaming of Angels we still manage to sleep
As pain-killers heal the invasions deep
The mind is still burdened with “what hereafter?”
It isn’t all that clear, about the gained quarter.
Wheeled out at last from the battle scene
We thank our stars for what could have been
It is high time we improved our Living Stance
Since God gave us this One Last Chance!