My dears…
Lend me your ears;
Lend me your eyes;
Lend me your words;
Our attitude, we must mend.
We must make amends;
Sometimes, we must bend;
The stalemate must end;
Our faults, we can’t defend.
To our patients, we must well attend.
On them, we all depend;
They are our Godsend;
Our ways, we must wend!
Let smiles and laughter, the air rend!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-09-11
poem by John Celes
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