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...LINES ON HEARING THE ORGAN by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY OLD SUSAN by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON ADESTE FIDELES by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX SOUNDS OF THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |