Douglas Spencer (dougs) wrote,
Douglas Spencer
dougs

Poem, repeated.

I wrote this when we got the news from the surgeon following Susan's surgery a couple of years ago. It was originally posted here.

The sentiments expressed therein are still current.
    To drink into oblivion, anaesthetised and pale?
    To sink into a dark depression, crying in my ale?
    To sit here in my house alone and, silently, to wail?
    The choice is bleak.

    If alcoholic moodiness is not to seize the field,
    If I'm to be of any use, I can't afford to yield:
    A shield which breaks the bearer is a hopeless choice of shield,
    And poor technique.

    I cannot fight this thing alone: I'd end up in a mess,
    Too ill-equipped and hurting to metabolise distress.
    It's good to have some friends around to dissipate the stress:
    I'm glad of that.

    To those whose patience I exploit by saying what I say,
    To those who hug and cuddle me to wish the pain away,
    To those whose warm and thoughtful comments help me through the day,
    I raise my hat.
Tomorrow I'm going to Sheffield, on Saturday I'll be in Leicestershire, and on Sunday I'll be in Coventry. All people to whom I raise my hat in that final stanza.
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