While you lay
so small and frail
I feel your pride
I know your obstinance
  

My Hero, now near glory
I curse your mulish conceit
Your physical had need
but injury you denied

Consequence now dire
A duct for  breath
a tube drinks fluid
from your chest

A machine counts
the pulsing heart
your finger alarmed
for vital restraints

An hour of your time
could have delayed
what now requires
attention for cessation

Your contrary grandeur
ends with flashing sirens
Now summon Our
Courage and Strength

 Please?  

You Are, Only Eighty Eight

Yes, all of these traits, I did receive.