Pancreas TIME
BAD TIMES AHEAD
Pancreas hidden,
Secretions aid digestion,
Silent in its work.
Oh wondrous pancreas, unsung and small, A marvel nestled within our core, Your silent tasks, a grandeur to adore, In whispered rhythms, you heed the call.
Enigmatic gland, a guardian true, Balancing sugars with finesse and care, Insulin's dance, a constant, fair, Regulating life, in all we do.
Digestive prowess, enzymes you bestow, Breaking down meals with mastery untold, From lipase to amylase, secrets unfold, Assisting digestion, a silent show.
Your multifaceted, miraculous role, Forgotten oft, in our internal whole, Yet your function, vital, takes its toll, Oh pancreas, an unsung soul.
In the realm of our wondrous form, Lies an organ, humble yet warm. The pancreas, a silent might, Works tirelessly, day and night.
Nestled deep, yet ever so vital, In the dance of life, a pivotal recital. It whispers in biochemical flows, A melody that every cell knows.
In its chambers, enzymes brew, Breaking down the feast anew. Proteins, fats, and carbs it faces, Transforming them to fuel in gracious paces.
Islets of Langerhans, like stars in its sky, Craft insulin, a sugar's ally. Balancing glucose, with gentle command, A maestro with a meticulous hand.
When sugar peaks, it rises to the call, With insulin’s touch, it makes it fall. And in the ebb of the body's demand, Glucagon it releases, with a helping hand.
In health's chorus, it sings unsung, In the body's orchestra, a lung. Pancreas, in humble grace, In our lives, you hold a vital place.
So here's to you, our unsung hero, In the body's complex, intricate bero. Your quiet toil, your ceaseless fight, Illuminates our health with light.