Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
The Dentist - Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet
Whilst waiting patiently to see
My Dentist on one morn,
The toothache racks my jaw,
But I am not forlorn.
What is the problem will be cured,
Of that I am quite sure,
And the pain will go away,
When the tooth repair is done.
Pain, uncomfortable, is short lived,
And cannot be recalled,
Even though the memory of it is there,
Of that I am assured.
© Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 28 January 2004
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