Grow me a new spine
I’d feel ~oh so fine
Be able to toe the line
It’d be all mine
Built to the nines
Surgery ain’t sweet like pine
Ok with a few glasses wine
Body climbing vines
Mix my DNA with some stem cells
I’ll be ok, aged like fine wine
build me a new spine
pain is the bane of my
Existence, even a cane doesn’t help
abate the pain can’t feign my way through
exasperation coming through to a new view
hard to stay sane, it’s all loss and no gain
Moving fast down the sane lane
Note: I'm having extensive spinal surgery on Monday where 3 discs will be removed and 3 cages put in. Interestingly this poem was written before I knew about this possibility, where the spine regrows through the cages.
Amen and Amazing!
