After two gallbladder attacks, one resulting in a trip to the
emergency room, I had my gallbladder removed 10/5/11.
I wrote this poem a few days earlier.
The Divorce Is Final
When my gallbladder had the gall
To kick up trouble after all
The time we’d spent in harmony,
Like precise parts of symphony,
I privately considered blasts
Of dynamite for stones whose pasts
Made rocky roads of pain and woe
And tables where I travel – foe.
With second thought, and counsel wise,
What surgeon, doctor, did advise
Is route I take, the safest course –
Gallbladder, I do thee divorce.
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.
The Bard on the Hill 