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Description of A Cold Grey Night At The Met…with my Pals
Owner Bob Stein
Night game on a cold November night at the Met!
Aortic Valve a Replacement triggered this poem that reminded me of the operating room.
Wake Me Now
Numbness engulfs me as I reside on the edge of the other side.
I feel the magnetic pull of something I can not perceive.
I am in the quiet warmth of a forbidden womb, or is his just another dream?
Things so familiar are cloudy, I am unable to reach the light that would bring hope.
I lay silently in frustration, waiting for the vail that separates me from reality will lift.
Now…I wake with a new Aortic Valve.