Open Poetry #13 |
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Doctor |
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thecraig Member
since 2001-03-11
Posts 223 |
There's a place where the doctors want you dead want your heart to stop, mind slow down that they may think instead; Being a burden, an extra cost, with little profit being rare, they urge your death, true they want you there; They need to show you whose boss, with signature to bare. changing rules leagal murder, practised devotion, lacking tears; People crowding them, then you, they see alive. Shall not stand excessive buzz, work to a roomy hive; Air shared, sights draw stares, good food an ageless dare, not now to loud the row, Faith & want & need withdrawn. To death told to prepare how. Awake they stamp approval, more doctors being born. ![]() |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Yes, it seems so horrid for man to decide he might play God on this earth...because he can't wait for God's decision, as if God hasn't already made it. |
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helen smith Member
since 2001-03-12
Posts 240 |
your poems always make me think craig ....but i have just watched Patch Adams |
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