How many lives do I have left?
The cat might ask after a near-miss,
Such is my ponderings this night
As yet another disaster was thwarted.
They sent me meds altered in color
In different bags than I had known
An infusion today would have doubled the dose
And sent me aloft to never-never land.
I caught it at once (albeit rattling my cage!)
Quickly they offered to cover their tracks
Shall I trust them once more this time, alas
They have made less grievous errors before . . .
Feels like the night I saw the angels came
Surely life is marked for more than this (?)
The suffering has been great despite the holiday
With less beatings today (yeah) guess my brain’s awake.
Carry on as this life drones with the beast chronic Lyme
Drugs, pills, tinctures, creams, shots, IVs, diets,
Saunas, flushes, therapies, back crackers, tests
The list goes on as the procured money bags yet drain.
I guess it’s all meant to be like this alright, eh?
When hazy is the road hanging onto my Lord’s cloak
Hoping for an infusion of, well, hope not more strife
I cry, “thank you Jesus for Your Divine grace once again.”
Maybe soon may we get in a little more playtime than this? JJ