They asked, "Do you have metal in your body?"
"I have a cast iron stomach," I replied.
They looked away, but shoulders shook with laughter;
They huddled, trying subtly to decide
If I were just a 'nut' the day had brought them,
Or if their question threw me for a loop,
Whatever they were planning made me wonder
How I had puzzled such a brainy group.
An older man, so stately and distinguished
With caution, sidled nearer than the rest.
"Old Soldier, we are only here to help you,
You served us well, we'll do for you our best!
I hear that you have metal in your body...
You have a 'cast iron' stomach, I am told."
"That's right, but then there IS the other metal,
You see, my friend, I have a heart of gold."
The laughter died at last and one commented,
"We'll have to take your word for what's 'in there'!"
But I replied, "There's metal that is showing,"
Then they observed the silver in my hair.