Sonnet: Advice to Doctors

No patient’s mine; no patient remains yours;
The patient comes and goes from Doc to Doc;
If he improves, we simply then rejoice,
Though God’s the key to the diagnostic-lock!

All patients ail and expect some relief;
A doctor’s duty is to help him out;
All patients speak the truth; Time is the thief;
To use his knowledge best, all Doctors ought.

Fleece not the poor; cheat not the ones who’re sick;
God is the Healer prime; He uses us;
Off not life’s candle-flame with intact wick;
The Doctor shirking work invites God’s curse!

Lose not Ethics; lose not your morals, Doc!
Like patients, Doctors are part of God’s flock.

8-28-2002

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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