When Your Doctor Is Ill

 

 

I've known you for so many years,

In times of laughter, in times of tears.

So I'm sorry to read you'll take your leave

From working in general practice.

 

A troublesome spine is not the kind

Of trouble you want to go through.

If an apple a day keeps the doctor away

Please tell me, where does that leave you?

 

Can you prescribe one for you,

Perhaps even two, to take the pain away,

Or is Advil the one to make the pain numb

And help you get through the day?

 

But what about night, do you sleep tight

And dream as dreamers will,

Or do you awake, your medicine to take,

And pop in another pill?

 

It's really a shame,

Must you suffer this pain?

Let's hope it's not borne in vain,

Your patients will miss you,

but they'll not dismiss you

And hope to see you again.

 

To extend their thanks for all you've done,

Your caring and your help,

And a big thank you too, from me to you,

And a wish for the very best of health!

© Maureen: May 12, 1997

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

04/30/2007

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