THE DOCTOR'S PRAYER

They come to us, both young and old, Plagued by ailments, manifold. Suffering obvious in their eyes, Thinking, am I soon to die? Tortured, plaintive souls outreaching, Voices that are so beseeching. A kindly word of reassurance, Gentle touch, and calming presence, Are so soothing and bring a smile; The patient happy for a while! As we listen to their complaints, Without hindrance or restraint. Acumen of many years, Earned by dint of sweat and tears, Guides us as we auscultate, Ever so gently then palpate. We reach a possible diagnosis, Order tests to support this. Surgery or medication as required, The patient cured, as we desired. The happiness and gratitude, A smile of immense magnitude, Are the greatest gifts that we desire; Keep alight the inner fire. May the staff of Aesculapius, Forever be there to guide us. May we forever serve humanity With God's grace and humility.