Ten days ago, I lost my left big toe,
Doc advised it was infected--had to go.
An MRI indicated there was an infection detected,
After surgery, the pathology report confirmed as suspected.
For 71 years, that toe did its job,
My middle name is Robert but it could be Bob.
My toe loss has yet to be completely appraised,
For sure, my jumping ability has certainly not raised.
Reading today's obituaries in the Lawrence Journal World,
Saw my name written out--my mind now in a swirl.
Some younger guy, with my name...died,
Wonder if he had all ten toes? my mind plied.
First, my toe died--is the rest of my body next?
Will you hear of this later via email or text?
What will tomorrow bring?--I'm a little apprehensive,
You can understand why I'm more than sensitive-sensive.
Good news comes in bunches, I suppose so can bad,
I've had a good life in all my years since a lad.
But when a "notice of death" is just days after the loss of a toe,
Mental rabbit chasing can take you places you needn't go.
Dave Hale Ottawa, Ks
Dave likes to put together words to make poems. Sometimes the rhythms are great and sometimes they are a stretch. Either way they will make you think, make you laugh, make you wonder what's going on with Dave. :)