He was a renal calculus, a solid concretion no less,
Some called him a crystal aggregation too.
Din't see his face nor shake his hand, n'er heard e'en one demand,
Laying low, for him, was just the thing to do.
'Til one fateful Saturday, 'round 'bout 9 or 10 I'd say,
The little guy at last raised the inner will,
To lift his head and look around, pack his bags and with no sound,
Make a move that would some inner drive fulfil.
It's then I 'came aware of a mild ache somewhere,
Where achin' just ain't the norm for me.
It started like a pang, soon crescendo'd to a bang,
Making it close to unthinkable to pee.
'Fore long my wee friend's journey, had me laid out on a gurney,
Cracking wise while doubled up in pain.
Admissions called me stoic, my wife thought me heroic,
But not dyin' was foremost in my brain.
In ER I made no scene 'cause they pumped me with morphine,
As my pal continued on his lonesome course.
Weren't 'til morning the next day, after scanning an x-ray,
That we knew for sure his sojourn was the source.
So back home I was then sent with no more than a parchment,
To bring along to the local pharmacy,
Where they'd make me up a pill I could take for pain to kill,
While I drank and drank to force a lot of pee.
I sit here now today, out of bed and back in play,
Believing that the little dude has passed,
With a nagging doubt that's there, having never felt a hair,
Of the final pain I'm told can be quite vast.
Just the same, I'll say goodbye to that quiet-minded guy,
Who found the guts to say "I'm here!" (albeit late),
He pulled up roots to hit the road, fighting fears he never showed,
And bravely traipsed off towards his lonesome fate.
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