God Heals And........ Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

This morning as I woke from deep
and satisfying, lengthy sleep
I thought about us poor physicians,
our constant efforts, noble missions.

And what disturbed me to no end
is Nature's willingness to mend.
The people come to us for pills
to wipe away their frequent ills.

But look around and you will see
the world is full of misery.
So, it is clear that healers' powers
can add, at best, to life some hours.

And even bueraucrats can tell
that many millions are not well.
The number though that would be healthy
cannot be known. It keeps us wealthy.