Diagnosis
A column in The New York Times
(In Sunday’s Magazine)
Is something that I love to read,
A part of my routine.
It’s titled “Diagnosis”
And each time presents a case
Of someone sick with who-knows-what
And so begins the chase.
The docs confer, some blood is drawn
And then a slew of tests,
Thus ordered by the specialists,
If all goes well, suggests…
A diagnosis which will match
The symptoms and assure
The proper treatment leading to
Relief, perhaps a cure.
A happy outcome’s what I like;
At times, that won’t pan out
But to many readers, I am sure
There isn’t any doubt…
That this column should appear each week
(It’s not that often now)
For it’s fascinating learning of
The why, when, where and how.
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