by Max C

Created on: May 12, 2009

While I begin to weave my allegory.

I hope it will galvanize you.

It brought me much personal glory

It might even change your view.

Nigh on a year and a half past,

I was simply asked.

Would or would you not?

Like to accompany our lot.

And so my odyssey was planned.

Not in my wildest dreams,

Would I expect my answer

To land me amongst one of the world's greatest heart teams,

Watching them stop cancer.

Let me fall back and construe one portion,

By which this adventure came to be

And no, its not extortion.

Believe me, for long I have had to plea.

My dearest, Saintly Mother.

Has extensively been involved in,

The fixing and replacing of the hearts of others.

Twas' she who asked me to come with a grin.

And thus my odyssey began.

To spare you further bother,

I'll merely say, that not too much longer

Was I sky-high in a little vault of steel, flying like

The swift-foot Hermes, the two, very much alike.

What I observed, was the expertly executed extraction,

Of various internal organs from the deceased

For bequeathing the needy requires immediate action.

It is all we can do, at least.

And thus my odyssey began to come to a close.

As I boarded the jet, a thought occurred to me

How easy to solve the unperplexing dilemma,

The lack of organs, could be solved with an easy plea.

Needing nothing but an average mortal's approval

And thus my physical odyssey came to an end, as my rational odyssey began.

My Saintly Mother agrees with me,

That the issue is an easily resolved one

Not needing the assistance of ever regenerating Prometheus,

It would be completed and done.

My thinking is this,

When you die, you are no longer in need of your organs

Donating them will bring other living mortals bliss

And doing so will not effect your chances on the Styx

Next time you see me look near my fist.

I wear a sign of my dedication on my wrist.

And so my odyssey finally ended.

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