Doctor (5) (He Was Dead But Alive) Poem by U Win Kyi

When Dr Pity was a country boy,
he had an earful of patient's cry,
with their shedding of tears never ran dry.
For lack of money, some even died.

He wanted to help those poor souls,
by becoming a doctor when he became old,
a determination.... so strong and bold,
as love and kindness in his heart torrentially flowed.

But becoming a doctor was not an easy task.
It needed a lot of study..very hard.
There was no fast and short cut,
and no excuses of if's and but's.

When he became a doctor,
he treated patients very tender,
in a remote area near the border,
where so common were deadly diseases..so fatal.

In a big city, he was offered a lucrative job.
He was chased by a beautiful daughter of a big boss.
But going to rural area, nothing could stop,
because in his ear was echo of patient's sob.

He visited from village to village,
treating patients of all ages.
Whenever a call for him was made,
he never said ' too early or too late.'

When he died,
every villager cried.
The funeral procession was about 2-3 miles.
His good reputation money couldn't buy.

He will be living in their memory,
from decades to centuries.
This is a wonderful story
of an ordinary man called Dr Pity,
whom other doctors should copy.