I went to a Catholic hospital, but not for a day of rest
I went there instead to take a stress test,
They stuck me with a needle and then shaved my chest
So, then began my hours on a cardiovascular quest.
I looked at the nurses as they smiled as for fun
Then for an X-ray my shirt had to be undone,
I looked all about me and there I couldn't find a nun
So, when they hooked me up I cursed, and I wanted to run.
They took a 13 minute X-ray of my beating heart
Then they put me on a treadmill and told me to start,
I felt like I was running uphill, pushing a stone filled cart
I was so tired and in pain, I just wanted to depart.
The nurses said that they wanted my heart to beat higher
I said let's discuss my Scottish ex and my beat would be on fire,
She was an adulterer and a thief, and of course a liar
But, luckily for me, I was able to retire.
When I finished the test they gave me caffeine to drink
But, first I went to the restroom to cool myself off in the sink,
Worries about my heart, I then began to think
But, I felt better when I was leaving, from a nurse's wink.
That night with worries and a nightmare I was awoken
I dreamt that I was meeting "Charon" with a token,
Now I remember the nurse's sentiment when she had spoken
She told me that my heart was strong, and not at all broken.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem