The stitches in my arm come out today
They’re biting my soft flesh to my dismay
I’d like to cut them now with scissors here
Yet as it’s my right arm,I feel some fear
Without my conscious thought, the wound has healed
This itching and this pulling’s all I feel
Noone else has seen my arm so white
With marks the doctor made under bright light
You did well, he muttered as he fled
Dismayed by all the blood his scalpel shed
He told me he’d not pay my laundry bill
Even if I put him in my Will
See how humans help each other live
When one receives, the other can then give
How my heart sings 