Today I sadly watched a patient die
Despite my efforts to halt his disease
He used his time on earth to beautify
His surroundings and put us at ease
His life was not unusual or grand
Yet he displayed nobility and grace
He sought no pity and made no demands
While equanimity he did embrace
His death was neither publicized nor known
Beyond his friends and his small family
And yet his dignity and courage shone
With brilliant light for all mankind to see
And so it is for us to understand
That though we do not always save the life
It is our task to weather and withstand
That which we cannot conquer with a knife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem...It would be a hard profession, to be a surgeon....so many emotions to deal with...to be skilled with not only the knife, but also with the emotions, is your gift...Thank you for sharing. I have a poem called Comfort and Sorrow You might enjoy....Thanks again.