Unemployed Doctors
In the hallowed halls of healing, dreams were once sown,
A path chosen by duty, not a path of our own.
Driven by a mother's wish, I stepped in that domain,
A journey prescribed, a white coat, a stethoscope's refrain.
Yet, one day I diverged, took a different trail,
Ventured into markets where fortunes set sail.
Risky waters of finance, lessons learned profound,
Confidence gained, street-smart, in the hustle I found.
Unemployed doctors lament, a chorus of despair,
Degrees in hand, burdened by the system's snare.
Beggars of employment, limited minds confined,
Blaming the world, their aspirations maligned.
But I, a wanderer, chose a different dance,
No longer tethered to a medical trance.
For two hours, a storyteller, a sage of the street,
$8000 to learn how financial battles I'd meet.
I conquered, I rose, from the ashes of the fall,
Opportunities abound, for those who stand tall.
No longer a beggar, nor tied to a title,
Embrace innovation, let dreams be your bridle.
Unshackle the pride that binds you to a past,
For in innovation's embrace, your future is cast.
Technology beckons, a realm vast and wide,
Don't be addicted to a paycheck's fleeting tide.
The white coats sit idle, unemployment's cruel jest,
More doctors than jobs, an unsettling unrest.
Rethink, restart, shed the cloak of shame,
In the digital age, create your own game.
Do the math, break free from the CV's plight,
A doctor's title, a beacon of endless night.
In the imbalance lies a chance to reinvent,
A new beginning, where dreams find ascent.
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