William H. Bloom

(Bayshore, New York, USA)

Doctor Bless Your Golden Hands

Poem by William H. Bloom

Doc, what's wrong with our Aunt Nell?
She just won't talk, she garbles,
And we've been thinking for quite a spell.
She just might lose her marbles.
You tell us with finality
It's Alzheimer's disease.
Thank God it's not senility,
You've put our minds at ease.
Heaven bless you, doctor dear,
You've rectified the furor,
Even thou no drugs are near
That actually might cure her.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003