THE STETHOSCOPE
The stethoscope against my breast
Could freeze the devil's hair at best.
But from the surgeon's somber voice
The words say that I have no choice.
Again he listens to my chest...
The stethoscope against my breast
To say for certain what I knew
But kept unto myself in lieu...
Of telling friends and family
About the failing part of me.
The stethoscope against my breast
Now whispers I at last can rest.
It's funny...now that death draws near,
I'm not afraid and shed no tears.
But I still feel it when I'm dressed...
The stethoscope against my breast.
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Written for Renea's Behind The Mask challenge
Theme: Death
And for the Form Over Substance challenge
Form: Quatern
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved)
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