poem

 Lady MacbethJust the day before He thanked me for saving His lifeBut that was beforeHe began to bleed againAnd the finely crafted repairsBegan to leak againAnd before I could beginTo try againI thought to myself   he spoke too soonAfterwards, you takeYour sadness and regretAnd you sit with itAs long as it takes And you ’ll know enough Time has passed When you ' ve cycledThrough the rolesOf judge, jury and executionerOf the part of youThat had to dieSo the rest could liveThis is when you mustGrab a shovelAnd try to bury itAll by yourself Under the moonWhen it ’s done You ’ll still have anAching back and your Dirty blistered hands6/27/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 27, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs