Lights Of O.R Operating Room Lurk Spectral Around Corner Poem by Terence George Craddock

the lights of the O.R had no power to lure me
the lights of the O.R had no power to find me
the lights of the O.R had no power to tame me
the lights of the O.R had no power to catch me

I was an Apollo in immortal testosterone male youth

summer days were long endless in running free sun
growing in lengthening stride we reached for bright sun
wind in hair at our back days passed endless in youth sun
time was limitless nothing was hard enough in eternal sun

but fleet days passed time stolen sleet unnoticed in the light
flashing thin day cards blurred in shuffled cards spotlight
games shift into poker player plays education career plight
uneducated hands may loose bet in hedged bet salary fight

time is not endless youth is easily time tamed banished
summer days long endless in running free sun banished
lengthening stride fast-paced walking into light banished
suddenly lights of the O.R are not powerless nor banished