In realms within, where silence holds its sway,
A prostate's tale unfolds, in shadows gray.
Enlarged it grows, a burden it becomes,
A dance of symptoms, like distant drums.
Frequency, a whisper in the night's embrace,
Urge unyielding, a relentless chase.
A symphony of moments disrupted, askew,
As time and tide, a rhythm they subdue.
Yet deeper still, a battle silently waged,
Urinary retention, a struggle staged.
A reservoir held tight, a silent plea,
As courage falters, 'gainst this decree.
But hope endures, a beacon in the dark,
Science and care, rekindle life's spark.
For in unity, both patient and skilled hand,
Enlarged prostate's grip may slowly disband.
