Doctors Are My Friends Poem by Charles Garcia

Why! Oh! Why? Is it that people on drugs?
And drunks alike, all know the answers and
Are always right.

If this be true? Why! Oh Why! Are they that
way, If this be true? this is what I have to say,

Keep your memories of yesterday, Keep your
memories of today, hope for the best of tomorrow
for nothing will change but to bring on more sorrow,
For where you re going is not my way..

I hear you, say, 'I can’t help it, being this way, won’t
Someone help me in this day, ? why does everyone
run away'? I try to find new friends, why do they not
listen to my woes and tales, ' why does no one listen,
to what I have to say?

Is there anyone out there, that see my way, understand
what I am trying to say?

Why is it the Doctors the only ones to listen and
hear my plea, pacify my every needs.
Why does no one listen.? doctors are my friends.