I am dressed in a gown
A blue paper gown
With the ribbons tied at the front

A crepe paper gown
Open at the front
The kind you scrunch and fist into gift bags
Crepe paper, but thicker, like asking the deli man for a bigger slice

But the white deli paper is folded over my lap
A big paper towel, a napkin

My doctor wanted to give me the results of a blood test so asked me to come down
As I sat there listening to him meandering on about cholesterol, blood pressure, vitamin deficiencies
I got fed up and cut in on him suddenly
"Look Doc don't sugarcoat it, how long have I got ?"
He said "What do you mean, you're still in pretty good shape, you have a few things you gotta watch...
Again I cut in on him "I appreciate you're trying to break it to me easy Doc
But y'know I don't mind, as long as I...as long as I just get some nice big fancy disease with a big fancy name on it
Not one of those ould common garden type diseases that everyone gets
Something that'd make them all jealous envious
They'd all be looking at their own boring little diseases saying
"I wish I had a disease like his, with a big fancy name on it
Not this ordinary little disease that I've got
They'd be all looking over thinking
He must be a very special type of guy to have gotten such a big fancy disease like that...

The ****** of a doctor, he went and charged me 60 Euros
Now... now that hurt.

"Dad I want to be a doctor" nine-year-old said,
Dad replied, "Doctors would not leave their bread".
"Come on dad, I don't want to eat"
"Doctor makes sure their breakfast is complete."
He angrily went out "bye-bye dad"
Thought to himself, "Is not eating breakfast, that bad?"
He studied hard, day and night,
Dad's words were "Make me proud, be my light"
He completed MBBS, with skills so fine,
Now he can make his dad proud, all the time.

One day, a call "Can I have a word?"
2:56pm, his dad's voice was last heard.
He ran to his house, his mom frowning,
his heart skipped a beat with white surrounding.
Dd was his strength, his luck, his power,
now his dad is rounded with flower.
Close to dad's ear, remembering the past,
he whispered, "Dad I am now a doctor, I had my breakfast."

The juxtaposition betwixt
Hope & agony is often sharp,
Short but sudden.
Yet, is pain not longer suffered
All the times worse?
And of the flames snuffed?
Is this not the worst?
Of our fatigues,
They are addressed only in comfort,
Dressed by the garbs of one who understands
Our needs for medicine.
For the soul downtrodden
And the body corrupted,
As healers or like doctors,
Those whom we love enough to be as companions.
For the best remedy of any wound is care,
Borne out of love & not necessity
But because they wish to be there.