To All the Good Doctors

A doctor once called meAfter an afternoon of pokes and prods He said”When we dig we find stuff.”He said”Life is going to be hard for you.”He said”It is what it is.”Like he was talking about the weather reportOr what detour to take home that dayBecause of all the construction But his way is not myContinueContinue reading “To All the Good Doctors”