When I had the operation
There was no fear,
Just the knowledge of death, hovering near.
.
There was no particular anticipation
That I might die,
Merely the desire to get it done
Once and for all.
.
I did not fall
And the Reaper saluted me.
But I thought I heard him say,
“I will be back, one day
.
Copyright K. Morris.
UPDATE: I spoke to the consultant this morning and he said that I might not require an additional aspiration, as the growth in my head was diminishing due to the antibiotics. Kevin.
K Morris - Poet 
Angels surround you with wings of support Kevin! You got this!!
Thank you, Annette. I really appreciate your kind words.
That’s positive news 💗 I really enjoyed your poem too. Apt words.
Thank you, Esther. I’m delighted you enjoyed my poem and thank you for your very kind words.
A great poem, Kevin
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem.
I’m glad the Grim Reaper has given you a reprieve, Kevin.