Surgery, Perhaps? Poem by Richard St. Clair

My doctor thinks I may need surgery,
O what brave karma am I facing now?
Not in the Army, not behind the plow,
A few steps has me bowed, begging for mercy.
For now I'm stuck with getting a needle stuck
Down low on my poor ailing back, it is,
And nary a hopeful medical prognosis;
It may be karma, or just plain bad luck.
I've given up on why's, now deal with what,
And let the medicine man poke me silly,
'Til I'm in a state of mind that's simply dilly,
The pain from lower calf up to my butt.
The mercy I'm seeking is a plaintive call,
As all this has me climbing up a wall.