I've seen so much of death that I should know
Of my own fate and my mortality
And yet I seem to live my life as though
Death and dying don't apply to me.
I'm with Valerie on this. I recently had an intrusive examination and when I was told the result the doctor was amazed at my response of cheerfulnesss. Ah, but I've Googled the alternatives! I said. 'nuff said.
Wow, another one that has taught me something about Doctors and what they are feeling.
i tried leaving a comment about tree poem but site kept saying i had wrong verification code. am i blind! ? ? i liked the poem as i like trees and it made me want to run out back and climb one, even at eleven o'clock at night. thanks for sharing, but i must point out that i think your quest to rhyme tricked you into referring to a tiny fern as a tree. (i have heard of tree ferns.) as for a doctor's dilemma.........i wish i could hear what you had to say in more detail, expanding on the last two lines. and in another of your poems you seem to believe in both God and evolution, which is ok with me though you at first seem to give all credit/blame to God....which i guess you could rightly do if you believe evolution was a tool of God. i used to believe in God until i grew up. it didn't help that my lutheran church somewhat said i couldn't believe in both. now i think i'll submit a couple of tree poems and a mosquito poem i wrote several years ago.............when i find the time.
it is fantastic poem, dealing with very important matter life/death that on the daily basis the surgeon facing it with some of their patients, and by bringing this theme into the poem it makes it superb, especially here the Dr has been pointed out from this wrestling...10+ for this great piece of work
With four lines the poet tells the agony and hardship of human life in adverse life conditions beyond the control of man and even an expert in the field. Nice and beautiful.
Having seen so much of death and dying may somehow numb the fear and sensitivity to it but that awareness does not remove the truth that all men will die someday. No one lives forever even the best doctors: -) The question remains, after this life - what? Thought-provoking poem and incisive (pardon the pun) write.
one two three...i'm still learning how to use this site...i need at least twenty words to leave a comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we all do Dick - we need to think like this, otherwise life would be very depressing.