The near death experience

I’ve had intervention
Been saved from
Wearing a black suit
And laying roses on the grave
The reaper was waiting
But our number never came
I lay for many nights
Alone in the dark
Too haunted to be scared
Christmas, coloured my desk
And two celebrations of god
Topped the charts
It passed me by
Until New Years Eve
When the chimes told me
To have hope
Next morning, someone’s donation
Was draining away
I fixed on the pouch
On the absent man
Recuperating in bed
His face was gaunt
But of a natural shade
Though under lights
I would stare
Wearing his patience
To evict me
Eventually, the cure
Found its problems
We confessed our fears
And revealed the conferences
Held back
For the sake of the patient
He thought cancer
I knew about transplantation
Neither has happened
Though the doctors
Keep looking

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