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4:30 comes early

by Charlie Morgan

the doctor, still drawing nostalgic
breaths of first-year medical school;
and i'm his first patient. scary.

a blood work-up, harrumph!
i cut myself, i bleed.
how's that, Doc?

that good enough for you?

does he know me or my vitals?
care about me or my insurance?
my life or my death?

sadly, existentially, i know.
he cares about what he cares about
and i make the list sometimes.

other times he has to bring milk home.
smile because he's not on Candid Camera.
roll over and kiss his wife goodbye.

09/15/2010

Posted on 09/15/2010
Copyright © 2019 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 09/15/10 at 01:41 PM

Good write Charlie. And it's not too different than most of us it seems to me. But some of us think about the process more than others as you have here.

Posted by Paul Lastovica on 09/16/10 at 02:42 AM

Three kisses on the forehead for my wife on the way out early in the AM, everytime.

Posted by June Labyzon on 09/19/10 at 04:07 PM

"he cares about what he cares about." Isn't that true for most of us, but in the case of a doctor/patient relationship we do what what he cares about to be about us....my experience is that it isn't always the case.....fun read, Charlie

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 09/28/10 at 12:31 PM

This made me think about a movie (based on a true story) called, "The Doctor", where a doctor has to see what it is like to be a patient for once. Excellent lines: "he cares about what he cares about / and i make the list sometimes." Great work overall!

Posted by Scott Utley on 10/27/10 at 09:44 AM

When I grow up, I want to be you! You are such a gifted poet, thinker, and non-identity ... I am really amazed at your master-craftsmanship as I read you early in this new morning. Bravo dude, I mean, man ...

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