The Day of the Root Canal
Today is the last day of April.
The showers have come down on time.
Love bugs are hugging the window.
And here I am looking for rhyme.
I need to stop in for panacea.
And visit the doctor there, too.
And then I’ll have lunch with my daughter.
It’s something that I love to do.
I hope I’ll get home for a rest.
I hope I won’t dream of my trials.
I hope that the dentist won’t hurt me.
With needles and grinders and files.
I know that you, Lord will go with me.
You’ll be there to comfort and ease.
I trust you with all of my troubles.
But let it be over soon, please.