100 Days As Medical College Dean (B) Poem by Dr John Celes

And Lo! I am now here
Seated in the Dean’s chair,
Breathing unpolluted air;
Trying to be quite fair.

Sending occasional glare;
Sometimes, I am a hare;
But that happens quite rare;
There no time to stare.

There’s time not to nails pare;
There isn’t time for patients’ care;
I work for everyone’s welfare;
I use not lift but stair.

There is so much to do;
There are many to woo;
Expecting my Waterloo,
I work hard and pray too.

This is so different;
This job is interesting;
So full of challenges;
I love to fight and win.

I’ve cut my foes to size;
I will be always nice;
I avoid every vice;
This isn’t like playing dice.

Some try to me entice;
I’m cautious and wise;
I take new enterprise;
I hate hearing white lies.

I try to help a lot;
I refuse to be bought;
Some try to have me caught;
‘Wars’ many, I’ve fought.

From God, zeal I’ve got;
The clime is pretty hot;
Yet, I’m a mere clay-pot!
And I must not ev’r rot.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-27-2009