Good-Bye, Dear Irt Pmc Poem by Dr John Celes

I'll miss this place; you'll miss me in this place!
I'll miss you all, no matter, big or small;
I'll miss the pea-birds and the snakes as well;
I'll miss the dancing pea-cocks 'midst pea-hens!

I'll miss the studious students when as dean;
I'll miss the timid patients who flock here;
I'll miss the elderly out-sourced people;
I'll miss the atmosphere, calm and serene!

I'll miss the flora, fauna, so varied;
I'll miss the stray dogs guarding us by night;
I'll miss the croak of frogs in tank near-by;
I'll miss the road I'm used to seeing much.

I'll miss the rules that seldom found victims;
I'll miss my dear colleagues and staff beloved;
I'll miss the masonry that's pretty old;
I'll miss the mosquitoes that play havoc.

I'll miss the food of hostels, served with love;
I'll miss my friends and those who detest me;
I'll miss the giant trees, indeed so old;
I'll miss the teams that helped me gain success.

I'll miss the children who sought guavas oft;
I'll miss the noise of crackers burst mid-night;
I'll miss the ones who stood in wait with smiles;
I'll miss the nursing students, medicos.

I'll miss so many things I can't list here;
I'll miss the rooms wherein I sat to work;
I'll miss the petitions anonymous;
I'll miss an esteemed medical college.

I'll miss this life that drew my heart so near;
I'll miss all souls despite deficiencies;
I'll miss the house where I lived two decades;
I'll Miss This Place, You'll Miss Me in This Place.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-2-15