I was at the doctor
Waiting for the miracle
Of being cured
People around me
Complaining about everything
The weather too hot or too cold
The water too wet
The sun too strong or too weak
The wind blowing too fast
Politicians too corrupt
They were all sick
Blaming the doctors
For not making them well
Competing against each other
Who is the sickest
Who feels more miserable
Holding dearly to their misery
Too ill to talk about happiness
Too weak to hope for the best
I wondered
If the doctors can help
No, the doctors cannot help. The pills make the sick, sicker. Waiting causes stress and because of stress people can die, no matter the age. Just be in your own surrounds, talk much to the one who gets along with you and visa versa, never slick pills, just a complete breakfast, lunch and dinner, not too much, just that balanced eat
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.......and never lie, you will never get sick, then you never need a doctor. You need a healthy walk in fresh air, a cozy chat and a delicious snack. Pay attention to what you eat, never eat too much.