Under the bright arc lights
Before the anesthesia slowly takes over
And the hooded doctors seeming smile
The atheist casts aside his vows
And fervently prays for forgiveness
To the powers that “may be”
To take care of his body
When he “briefly”, ceases to be
And later on if he survives
Praise the surgeon and his science
For keeping his atheism going......
One of the preachers once remarked this way: any man would seek God under two circumstances 1.ll health 2. Loose money And this read vividly explained it!
A clever and amusing poem with great observation and deep understanding of human nature. BB : O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So amusing, your humor once again sheds a light on the subject. When theory meets reality. Your writings always leave me asking for me!