Oh God you know how hard I try
To understand the how and why
Of each decision that I make
If only for my patients' sake
But deep inside I am aware
No matter how much I might care
Some diagnoses will be wrong
As surely as the day is long
How can I cope with my mistakes
How will my confidence not break
How can I bear their suffering
And all the guilt which it will bring
I am no God but just a man
No worse and yet no better than
Any ordinary Joe
Or anyone whom you might know
I have taken on this task
But after years I have to ask
Can I continue on this path
Risking yet another's wrath
I suppose all I can do
Is move along and see this through
Remembering how hard I tried
Humility out-pacing pride
Each line flooded with rhyme from the womb of rhythm, really delighted me with sweetness of impalpable pleasure. I do adore your unbelievable creativity of managing breath and beats in dead words. Magnificent articulation skill worthy for praising.
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Fantastic! keep the faith, doc. Think of all the CORRECT diagnoses you've made! ! You HAVE made a few, right? Of course, you may be a quack and only a [VERY] competent poet, with tons of malpractice suits pending. Yikes! ! bri :) to MyPoemList