I am suddenly in a hospital bed.
There are needles and procedures to dread.
Though my abdomen is quite sore,
others have been through so much more.
Ere this surprise my prayers' beseech
was to keep me from a hospital's reach.
This move is nigh inexplicable.
I pray it will be extricable.
May all be well; may it be a short spell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem