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



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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