Resting in a place of quiet turmoil, awaiting the doctor
to make an appearance and take care of the many patients
under his guidance.
Smile on his gentle face, a mild-mannered person in every
respect, humble and intelligent to a fault.
Yet he is a special type of gentleman, sensitive, caring
and compassionate in every respect.
A purposeful intent as he sees each patient, tending to
their medical needs so carefully, treating everyone of
them with dignity.
A truth of his existence, always ready with a hug for any-
one who may need one along the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem