Heart Attacks
A poem by Paul Pizzolo

Heart Attacks

My mum died from it
My dad has had two
Unfortunately for me
This is so true.

A stent is an answer
If it's not too late
Your heart rate increases
Too a phenomenal rate

Alarm bells call
If its not too belated.
Smoking isn't beneficial
It only makes you elated.

You become short of breath
And you sweat like a pig
It must be terrible
Not a good gig.

Family is concerned
Feelings are up in the air.
I showed resilience
Only tender care.

Triple by pass
Or only a slight scare.
This is becoming too overwhelming
It just isn't fair

Ill try to be my best
Servant to my dad
Try to make him happy
Never crying or sad.