Audiologists test my hearing within normal range,
Yet I hear my own heartbeat – how very strange.
Opticians design lenses to correct my poor vision,
I look quietly at life and make my own decision.
Dentists check my molars for oral disorders,
But I taste fine foods from across many borders.
Ophthalmologists check disease within my eyes,
I view humanity and trust my judgement is wise.
When Oncologists speak of the dreaded big ‘C’
I think only of good times for you and for me.
Whilst Urologists seek those cells turning vile,
Fifty years together make the pain all worthwhile.
That hearing aid in the damaged right ear
Is whistling at a frequency to cause a dog fear
That new lens has improved his wordsearch precision
But magnifier still needed for final decision
A cracked incisor his tongue did catch
And needs more than a temporary patch
A cataract is lurking in the second eye
But as the saying goes let sleeping dogs lie
By urologist and oncologist attempts are being made
To make that cell division ultimately fade
But fifty years of marriage have taught us how to cope
We live each day and there’s no time to mope.