Urine is a yellowish liquid sample tissue,
rinses the body system off its dirt residue.
insoluble wastes accumulating which are toxic,
nauseates our senses making us feel very sick;
even in the lone nights we can not get a sleep.
Calculi are crystals that solidify at low pace,
a product basically composed of salts as base.
lodge in the kidneys soon blocking the urine flow,
causing discomfort and pain as if we seem to blow.
until the time comes when the agony becomes worst,
least we decide for an operation our lives will soon frost;
in this world our dreams may not at all come real but lost.
Marvin, I've just twigged about the first letter of each line. So clever and what a fascinating subject for a poem, too. I gather you have personal experience of kidney stones - either as someone inflicted with them or (more likley) as one who looks after people so afflicted. I'm told the pain is the equivalent of childbirth! YUK! Great piece of poetic anatomy. love, Allie xxxx
I can relate to this, Marvin..that's why i will be having a surgery this month..I know this is your profession and i thank you for sharing this not only to me but also for the other readers as well. take care hugs, Meggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How clever to write a poem on such an unusual theme, Marvin! The acrostic form (? is that the word) makes it interesting to read, but read aloud in the right tone this would also make fascinating listening. Good one! x Jan