From my 4th floor window
As night settles
I look across
The paved lane way
At the Basic Medical Sciences building
The offices and labs remain lit
Though it is now past 8 p.m.
There they sit
Trying to put together
Bits and pieces of data
Derived from their research
And here I sit
Trying to do the same
Those I know
That work in that building
Like I
Are driven
By a desire
To help their fellow man
And somehow
I hope
The bits and pieces
Of this great jig saw puzzle
We are all working on
Fit together
In such a way
Someone, somewhere
Benefits
This goal
Alone
Drives me forward.
A hope to improve the human condition should be a part of every endeavor. Thanks, Ray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, working for the benefit of mankind is really a virtue in itself If unsuccessful in the achievement, The reward of eternity is already won