My Dear Anaesthetist

 

Give to me what I may choose

Render not to me what you will

 

Let my will to thee be given

And not just thy will on me exerted

 

For even if I chose to die

I wish my will my crest to be

Gliding the gale with glee unending

 

If to earth I awoke from thy sleep

A man, you and I shall ever remain

VABI

24/1/2014.



2 thoughts on “My Dear Anaesthetist” by Babalola Ibisola VABI (@Babalolaibisola)

  1. Cool.
    “If to earth I awoke from thy sleep”
    That line “blinded” the Bull.

    1. @bookworm, many thanks for reading and for leaving a comment.

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