.2. Doctor Poem by David Threadgold

.2. Doctor



Could I have been a doctor?
Seeing folk with all their ill’s
Deciding how to cure them all
Prescribing endless pills

I’d offer them some therapy
To exercise a joint
But no one sees the sense in it
So no one gets the point


© 2008 David Threadgold
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