TGIF - Waiting for a transplant poem

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This was one of the poems I wrote while awaiting a transplant some years ago.

Keep Hope in Sight

Yellow eyes, jaundiced skin,

What a lousy shape I'm in,

Swollen ankles, sloshy belly,

Squishy like they're filled with jelly,

Itch and scratch, til it's sore,

Then I itch and scratch some more,

Cramping legs, cramping feet,

Stretch them out and then repeat,

Sleepy days, up at night,

Thinking isn't quite so bright,

Am I tired or am I lazy?

This itching's going to drive me crazy!

Colors seem to fade to grays,

As I'm feeling more malaise,

But keep a future hope in sight,

When yellow eyes will turn to white,

Fluffy ankles will deflate,

Maybe I won't sleep so late,

Surely I won't feel so drained,

Certainly I'll feel less pained,

Thank you Lord, there's hope in sight,

When yellow eyes will turn to white,

By transplant or Your glory bright.

Darryl

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