Sonnet: Why is my Medical Practice Dull?

I wonder why my practice ne’er picks up!
I’ve tried to correct lapses on my side;
My practice always stays my woeful cup;
Each eve, I muse while on my scooter-ride!

I ponder why but it is of no use;
The profit made is not a sum worthwhile;
My precious time improves my soaring muse;
Will God not see my prayerful plea-file?

And yet, my mind is steadfast as a rock;
I can’t discern the plans God has for me;
I cannot bear the ways people can mock;
How can I fleece the men of poverty?

Perhaps, my clinic is a place to pray!
God leads His righteous souls in strange a way!

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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