poem

 LighthouseNow I ’m a lighthouseWith a burned out lampWatching ship after shipCrash against my crags.I have become kitschIntractably useless A prop for family vacation pics.We ’re only a few weeks from The first winter freeze When northern seas Can ’t be sailed  But that ’s no solace.I was meant to shineSo someone could findThe way to safe harbors.No one has ever seenMy vast and wild interiorAn undiscovered countryOf dark forests and fertile plainsUnfurling to distant mountainsNow no one will.I face the waterWith all that at my back.Even I have failedTo fully explore my own lands 11/5/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - November 5, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs