Blood tests

by | Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Phlebotomist a lofty name and some are very good
Do we need this grandeur, whilst only taking blood?
Just routine is what they say, just a tiny scratch
You see they do it everyday, so they can make a match
The letter falls upon the mat, its format clearly seen
Blood results here again, is what this really means
Are they steady as before, a slight increase or higher up?
Do we need to worry now, and fret like a new born pup
Do the tablets come into play or do we need a scan
Do we go to the city now, to go and see the man?
The words we dread are spoken now, the words we some times fear
So Far So Good he says Come back Another year.


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