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 Two MenOne man withdrew from lifeFalling ever deeper into An alternative reality entirelyOf his own makingHe never left his desk, the Responsibilities of creation Being so onerous What no one else could seeFor him was most robust Another man turned outwardAway from his own roilingInconsequentiality and embraced The entirety of this physical world Made friends and loversUsed and discarded objectsTouched everything he could get his hands onBut never came home to his now empty houseHe had become no oneExcept for what remained Of the world without him Both men were extremely unhappyOne committed suicideAfter finishing the final chapterOf his life ’s work The other fathered dozens of childrenAnd ultimately died in the arms of the wrong womanThe grandchildren are all that ’s left of us Living off the royalties from the salesOf the first man ’s masterpiece .4/14/24

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - April 14, 2024 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs