he tells my son that
things looked good, he’ll be back in
action in no time
one word from the boy
“Sweet” confers on the doctor
the champion’s medal
he cocks his scrub cap
like a man who’s just stepped up
on the podium
my podium, my son -
I want to clutch the child and
hold him forever
Oh, the world rushes
in to laud new heros and
I strain for a view
thank you, my son, for
the time that I’ve known what it’s
like to be a god
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