To My Doctor
To My Doctor
I’m sitting in your exam room
Wondering what I’ll say
In answer to your question,
“How’s it going today?”
Shall I tell you all my problems
Or mention one or two
Or simply say, “I’m fine, thanks.”
Maybe that would do
You must be getting very tired
Of hearing my complaints
They never seem to dwindle
So to me you are a saint!
And one day I’ll surprise you
I’ll offer you a grin
And say, “I’m really fine, thanks
Just fine for the shape I’m in.”
But today I still must ponder
And wonder what I’ll say
In answer to your question
“How’s it going today?”
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
