Who Knows

                     Who Knows

            

                     Who Knows

            Who knows if you will live or die

            the choice does not belong to you or I……

            “Count to ten” the anesthetist said

             but you remember nothing, you could be dead...

            Then you wake from that cold dark sleep

            with tubes and bags from your head to your feet…

            Water flows in a constant drip

             saline solution flowing through

             a tube into your dick into your bladder

             the fluid floods to wash out the cancer

             that’s mixed with your blood…

            Then it’s  the  chemo

            not a treatment of choice

            that pulls out your hair

            in massive great lumps

             and the sickness is awful

            that keeps  you down in the dump

             then your eyebrows fall out

             and your eyelashes to

             the baldness is complete

             for this is the “new you”…..

            Now the whispers of hair

             are back on my head

            and I’m glad that I made it

            and I’m back from the dead

             but cancer is terrible

             which you must really fight

             or give up the ghost

             and die in your bed

            In the darkness of night...

            Peter Wicks....keep going back