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.
I do suggest you take a quick and final peeand in the morning I will wake you with a shout.I do remember the fine music of your snoreswhen I was watching over you, the precious one,I could have kissed the lot, a trillion of your poresand I was smitten with the tones, excuse the pun.So…
And the older you getif your meets are not metyou’ll die early, the question is when.
if they’d take a big leakat the end of the weekbut their Dad said no ‘P’ in the ool.So they aimed for the very top rafterbut the peeing then triggered much laughter.Very soon it was plainthat much yellowish rainsoaked their clothes and their bodies therafter.Came the janitor whom they called Master,and his face looked like…
in that small chamber to confess,or cry my tearswhile grippingwith numb fingertipsthe wailing wall.I come to you,my dear old friendto ask advice.I’ve travelled longand often tookthe hilly roads,due to the viewsand thenthe pleasure ofdescendinginto valleys,with a well earned ease.I took to resting under trees,’twas always hardto leave their pleasant company,and I preferred to reachthe outskirts…
because the fellow liked to playall day with his own zipper.When Mary found that it was notthe zipper he admired,Jack searched all day for the small totuntil he grew too tired.He held a magnifying glassinside and lit his Zippo,but all he did was burn his assand still there was no hippo.Jack’s grandma had instilled in…
I stood with friends when you swayed by,I thought of you a while.You were thirteen and looked to melike…well…you had it all.You wore your skirt above the kneeand rolled your hips – a Doll!My love for you stayed classified,I kept this secret for five years,when in a school bicycle rideyour chain came off the gears.I…
