I am not dead, I live again! In a land of beautiful scenes, Because my hero had decided to win, While others gave up in despair. All day I lay there wondering If alone I must fight this game. If I died, what of her I kept pondering? But my hero saved me that day. Who, by some miracle through man Has made my sick body whole again? My hero is my doctor, great, noble man. But I bow in gratitude to God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEACE ON EARTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |