EVEN ALL GOOD THINGS  MUST END SOMEWHERE!

                ~ A TRIBUTE TO A GREAT SURGEON WHO TAUGHT ME

Surgeons  are a rare breed, they cut tissues mercilessly, sometimes the wanted too,

They are the  god incarnate roaming in white coats, ruling the operating theater,

They cut, they probe, they anastomose, or sever tissues, with such a surgical  motto,

Yet all will be well once the wound and psyche are healed with the healing fervor

The scalpel that saved many a life over the years, severed many a mass with disdain     

Left many a pile mass shrinking, bleeding within it, hernias concealed with aplomb

Many a thyroid  forgot their irk, many  goiters left guessing in disgust, routed in pain

Thy dedication, skill and penance, we, salute thy mastery, with unbridled enthusiasm

We ‘ll miss the witty sarcasm, thy  gracious presence  in our midst, and thy greatness

We pray almighty not to return  your passport to clarify His personal surgical  doubt,

We need your fatherly  presence here to navigate  the neophyte  surgeons in duress

The operating theater will bleed instead, in your absence, the aura missing, sans doubt.

We wish you all the best in health, even when you do not hold the scalpel in your hand